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[ikeuzito]

PRACTICING FOR HIM.

── synopsis: everyone on campus knows Heeseung’s rules — no commitments, no second chances, and no girl stays long enough to matter. As basketball captain he collects hearts like trophies and leaves them broken behind him without a second thought. You watch him from far away, knowing you should stay away, but you don't just want to be another name on his list. You want him to choose you and see only you. The problem is you're completely inexperienced, a virgin in every sense, while the girls around him know exactly how to move, how to flirt, and how to keep him hooked. So you make a plan: practice with other guys, learn the skills you're missing, and completely reinvent yourself to finally make Heeseung notice you — and choose you over everyone else.

warnings: explicit sexual content (mdni), popping cherry, fingering, oral (f. & m. receiving), deepthroat, panty gag, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, riding, missionary, doggy style, against the wall, overstimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, hair pulling, choking, spitting on pussy, praise kink, light degradation, dirty talk, begging, edging, possessiveness, manhandling, public/risky sex (library + locker room), risk of getting caught, use of pet name (babe, doll, angel, baby, slut, good girl), mostly dom!members with a bit of dom!reader.

wc: 18k ┆ a/n: I know some of you are waiting for part 2 of teacher's pet, but I was just so excited to write this one that I decided to work on it first (the idea actually came to me while listening to drake's 'practice') this ended up being way longer than I expected, but anyway... I hope you guys like it. happy reading! (btw if you guys want to request any fics, my asks are open!)

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Heeseung is the sun around which the entire campus orbits.

He’s the captain of the basketball team, the big star whose name echoes through the packed arena during every game. With his lean yet athletic build, dark hair that falls over his sweaty forehead after a match, and that lazy half-smile that screams trouble while charming every girl in sight, he moves like he’s always being watched — and he is. Every head turns when he walks by, the crowd in the hallways parting like the sea for him and his teammates. He loves the attention.

Everyone knows the stories about Heeseung. He doesn’t do relationships — he rotates. A new girl every week, sometimes every day if he’s in the mood. They’re often seen leaving his apartment late at night, or early in the morning if he feels like letting them stay over, hair messy and wearing his team jacket like a trophy.

He usually doesn't appear with them in public, but it doesn't take long for the chosen girl to start gossiping in the hallways about how she's being fucked by him. That doesn’t last long though, because once the thrill fades he ignores them completely, never answering their messages once the weekend is over. "Let’s just have fun," he says, and the girls always agree, secretly believing they’ll be the one to change him.

You’ve been watching him from afar for months, studying the way he laughs too loudly at parties with his arm around whatever girl he’s with at the moment, the way his hand rests on her lower back as he guides her through the crowd, and how his eyes scan the room like he’s already searching for the next target while the current one is still pressed against him. It should disgust you — the casual way he uses people, the trail of broken hearts he leaves behind without remorse. But it doesn’t disgust you. It feeds you.

Deep down, in that secret place where you allow yourself to be completely honest, you want to be one of them. Not just another weekly girl — you want to be the one who breaks the pattern, the one so unforgettable, so incredible in bed and out of it, that Heeseung, the campus player, finally chooses you for good.

The problem is you have no idea how to make that happen.

You’re a virgin, completely untouched. The closest you’ve ever gotten to intimacy was an awkward, too-long hug with your best friend Jake after a tough week of exams. Approaching Heeseung as you are now — inexperienced, nervous, and clumsy — would never work.

"He likes confident girls, experienced ones who know how to dominate and be dominated in equal measure, because he doesn’t waste time teaching the basics. He expects you to already know how to please him." That’s what you heard from one of his teammates.

So after watching him leave the court with yet another girl on his arm, you make a decision.

You’re going to practice.

You’re going to transform yourself into the perfect girl for him — experienced enough to impress him, confident enough to stand out, and irresistible enough that when he finally notices you, he won’t be able to let you go.

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You stand outside Jake’s dorm room long enough for your legs to start aching. Your best friend’s room has always been your safe haven — the perfect spot for late-night study sessions, movie marathons, and listening to him ramble excitedly about sci-fi. Jake is kind, a bit nerdy in the best way possible, like a golden retriever with brown hair, a sweet smile, and glasses.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door.

Jake opens it almost immediately and breaks into a wide smile the moment he sees you. "Hey, what took you so long? Come in— wait, are you okay? You look tense."

You step inside and sit on the edge of his bed, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. Jake drops into his desk chair and pulls it closer so he’s facing you directly, his knees almost brushing against yours. "Jake… I need to talk to you about something kind of crazy, embarrassing, and probably really stupid."

He tilts his head, curiosity sparkling behind his glasses. "You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?"

You tell him everything — how you’ve been watching Heeseung for months, how every time you see him with someone new, something deep in your chest twists, not exactly with jealousy, but with desire. You share the rumors you’ve heard about how he likes girls who know what they’re doing, girls who can match his intensity. Finally, you admit that you want to be the one he chooses — not just for a week, not for a fling, but for good.

"But I’m a virgin, Jake," you whisper, your cheeks burning. "I’ve never even… I don’t know what I’m doing. So if I tried to approach him like this, he’d probably laugh."

Jake’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t interrupt.

"So I’ve decided… I’m going to practice. I’m going to get experience so that when I finally have my chance with Heeseung, I’ll be good enough that he won’t want anyone else."

Silence stretches between you as Jake stares at you for a long moment. He pushes his glasses up, his expression soft — not mocking, not disgusted. Just… Jake. "Wow. That’s… a lot. Heeseung, huh? I mean, I get it, but you’re really willing to do all that for him?"

Biting your lip, you nod. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about it. And… I was hoping you’d help me with the first part."

Your voice drops until it’s almost inaudible. "I want you to be my first. I want to lose my virginity with you. You’re my best friend and I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle, you won’t laugh at me or tell anyone. Please, Jake?"

His cheeks flush pink and for a second it looks like he might say no. "You… you want me to what? Oh my God. I don’t even know what to say."

He lets out a nervous laugh, a mix of surprise and something he’s always kept hidden. "I’ve never thought about you like that before or… okay, maybe I have, a little. But you’re serious? This is all for Heeseung?"

"Yes, but right now it’s about learning with someone safe, someone who cares. And that someone is you."

Jake stays quiet for a moment while he thinks, then reaches out and takes your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Okay… if we’re really going to do this, I want it to be right for you. Not just jumping in headfirst." His thumb keeps tracing slow, soft circles on the back of your hand. "You’ve never done any of this before, right? Not even… by yourself?"

You swallow hard, staring at your intertwined fingers, and admit softly, "No… I mean, I tried rubbing against my pillow once and it felt good, I think? But I got scared and stopped. I don’t know what I’m doing, Jake. That’s why I need you to help me learn."

Jake nods, adjusting his glasses — a nervous habit — with flushed cheeks, but his voice stays as gentle and patient as always. "That makes sense. But before anyone else touches you, you should get to know your own body first. What feels good, what you like. It’ll make everything easier later… for him and for you."

He hesitates for a second, then adds with a small reassuring smile, "Do you trust me enough to try this now? With me here?"

Your heart races with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Yes, I trust you. Just… tell me what to do, please."

Jake stands up slowly and sits beside you on the bed. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek. "Start by getting comfortable. Lie back, and maybe take off your sweater if you want to and feel okay with it."

You do as he says, pulling off your sweater and setting it aside so you’re left in just your tank top and jeans. "Good," he murmurs. "Now touch yourself under your clothes first, over your stomach, along your thighs… feel how your body reacts."

You slide your hand beneath the thin fabric of your tank top. Your fingers graze the soft skin of your belly, then move higher, gently caressing one of your breasts. It feels strange doing this while he watches, but his gaze isn’t hungry or demanding — it’s warm and encouraging, like he’s looking at something precious. When your fingertips brush your nipple, a small sigh escapes you.

"Right there. That’s good. Circle slowly and squeeze just a little."

As he speaks, his own hand drifts down to the front of his sweatpants and then he starts touching himself gently over the fabric, not even trying to hide it. Knowing he’s getting hard just from watching you makes your breath hitch.

Following his instruction, you circle and lightly pinch your nipple, feeling a warm sensation build low in your belly. "Jake, it feels so good…"

"Tell me," he encourages, his hand moving in slow strokes that match the rhythm of your breathing. "Does it make you wet between your legs?"

"Yes," you sigh.

"Keep going, slide your other hand into your jeans and touch yourself over your panties if you’re not ready for more yet."

With your free hand you obey, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping inside. The fabric of your panties is already damp when you press your fingers against yourself and rub lightly, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.

Both of your breathing grows heavier with every second. Jake pushes his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself, stroking slowly while he watches every movement of your fingers.

"Fuck, that’s beautiful," he breathes, the words slipping out like he can’t hold them back. "Rub your clit. Find the spot that feels best."

You circle your clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm, rolling your hips when you finally discover the perfect way to touch yourself. Jake’s eyes stay locked on your hand while his own speeds up, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock with every stroke.

"Inside your panties now," his voice still gentle but strained. "Feel how wet you are. Explore your body, learn what it likes so you can show someone exactly what you need."

You push your panties aside and slide a finger along your slick folds. "Slide a finger inside, babe," he says and when you do, a moan escapes your lips — it’s tight, but not uncomfortable. Jake groans with the sight, his hand moving faster on himself.

"Add another finger and curl them a little. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good, babe." His praise makes you bolder, so you start pumping your fingers slowly, rubbing your clit with your thumb at the same time, while your free hand keeps playing with your breast, pinching harder as the pleasure rises.

"You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you’re breathing. Let it happen. Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside you." His words push you over the edge.

Moaning Jake’s name, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation, your body tenses and your thighs tremble uncontrollably as the orgasm crashes through you. Waves of heat pulse around your fingers, deeper and stronger than you ever imagined.

"Fuck, don’t do this to me." His hand strokes faster until he groans and comes too, spilling over his fingers with a shaky breath.

For a moment, the room falls quiet except for your shared breathing. Jake leans in and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his glasses tilting slightly. "Hey… you still with me? How are you feeling after that? Overwhelmed?"

You shake your head and let out a small giggle. "I’m good. Really good, actually." Reaching up, you gently fix his glasses and whisper, "Thank you for being so patient with me, Jake. I know this is probably weird for you too."

He smiles, and it makes you smile back naturally. "It’s not weird. At least not with you. Honestly, seeing you like that… it was beautiful. You’re beautiful." He leans in and kisses your forehead, then your cheek, giving you time to calm down while his hand rests on your hip and his thumb draws slow circles on your skin. "If you want to keep going, I’m right here."

You bite your lip, the mix of nerves and curiosity warms your body all over again. This is supposed to be practice — each new sensation is another skill you’re learning — but right now, with him, it feels like something more.

"I want more," you admit, cheeks burning. "Can you… use your mouth on me? I’ve heard it feels really good, but I don’t know what to expect."

Jake’s eyes widen for half a second. "Yeah, I’d love to do that for you." He moves carefully on the bed, helping you adjust the pillows behind your head so you’re comfortable. "Just relax and tell me what feels good, okay? If anything is too much or not enough, say so. Promise?"

"Promise." You extend your pinky toward him and he does the same, linking them together to seal the promise.

He starts with soft kisses on the inside of your knee, then higher up your thigh. Every touch of his lips sends shivers across your skin. "Your legs are already shaking," he murmurs with a low chuckle against your thigh. "That’s so cute."

When his mouth finally reaches your center, it’s feather-light at first — just his lips brushing against your folds — but it’s enough to make you draw in a sharp breath and grip the sheets tightly.

Then his warm tongue drags upward in one long, torturous lick from your entrance all the way to your clit. The feeling is wet, hot, and incredibly intimate, the texture of his tongue adds a new layer of friction that makes your hips jerk involuntarily.

"My God, Jake…" The words slip out before you can stop them.

"Good?" he asks, pulling back just enough for you to see his glistening lips as he looks up at you.

"Yes… really good. Do that again, please."

With more confidence this time, he explores every inch of you — licking along your folds, circling your clit, then moving down to taste your entrance. The wet sounds of him pleasuring you only heighten the arousal building in your belly.

Jake hums in satisfaction as he finds the rhythm you like best, reading it from your moans. "You taste incredible… so hot and wet."

You reach down and thread your fingers through his soft hair. "Right there, when you suck on my clit, it feels so good."

He listens immediately, sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and applying gentle suction while his tongue flicks against it, making the pleasure intensify, stronger than before.

The smooth glide of his tongue, the occasional careful graze of his teeth, and the way he alternates between lavishing attention on your clit and licking down to dip inside you make heat spread through your core — it radiates outward until even your fingertips feel warm. You grow even wetter, and Jake groans in appreciation, licking up every drop like he can’t get enough.

"Jake, I think I’m getting close again," you gasp, your voice breaking into a loud moan as he sucks harder on your clit. Your hips move against his face instinctively, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he doubles down with his tongue. This orgasm builds differently — deeper, more overwhelming — and when it crashes over you, it hits with a full-body shudder.

You cry out his name, fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure pulse through your center. Jake keeps licking you through it all, drawing out every tremor until you’re panting and oversensitive.

He finally lifts his head, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before leaning over you again. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes shine behind his glasses, and a proud little smile plays on his lips. "You okay? That looked like it felt really good."

You laugh breathlessly. "It was incredible… I didn’t know I could feel so sensitive down there."

Jake chuckles softly. "Good. That’s kind of the point of all this practice, right? Learning what you like." His hand slides over your body again, stopping just above your mound as his fingers trace lazy patterns across your skin. "Are you sure you want me to take your virginity? Your body’s already experienced so much tonight. Maybe you need a break."

You shake your head, caressing his face. "I don’t need a break. I just want to feel your cock inside me, please."

One of his hands drifts lower until his fingers reach your wet entrance, circling it slowly. "I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe out for me."

You do as he says, and he slowly presses two fingers inside you.

His longer fingers create a different sensation. The stretch borders on discomfort at first, making your walls clench tightly around the intrusion. "Ah— it’s tight," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "It burns a little."

Jake freezes immediately. "Want me to stop? We can wait."

"No! Keep going. I want to get used to it."

He nods and presses a soft kiss to your temple. "You’re doing so well… so warm and snug around my fingers. What if I curl them just a little?" He demonstrates, stroking your inner walls gently until he brushes against a spongy spot that sends sparks shooting up your spine.

"Oh!" Your eyes widen. "Right there… my God, that feels so good."

"I found your g-spot," he says, clearly proud of himself. He keeps the movements shallow and slow, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb draws gentle circles over your clit. The initial burning fades, turning into something hotter, slicker, and far more pleasurable.

"Add another one, Jake," you say after a few minutes, voice breathless. "I think I can take it."

Jake carefully slides a third finger in, the pressure increases and your walls flutter as they adjust to the stretch. Every curl of his fingers against that perfect spot sends waves of pleasure through your entire body, while his thumb on your clit keeps the arousal building higher.

"Talk to me, babe," he says, eyes fixed on your face. "How does it feel now? Too much?"

"It’s full… stretching me," you moan, your hips starting to move in time with his hand. "But it’s turning into something really good. Faster on my clit— yes, like that. God, Jake, your fingers are so deep."

He picks up the pace a little, thrusting more firmly and creating an overwhelming sensation in the best way possible. The pleasure keeps intensifying until your breathing comes in short gasps and your thighs tremble uncontrollably. "I’m getting close again. Please don’t stop."

Jake leans down to kiss your stomach, murmuring encouragement. "Come on, come on my fingers. Let go for me, babe."

You moan loudly, back arching as the orgasm hits you harder than the ones before. A deep wave crashes through you, making your inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers. Jake keeps pumping slowly and carefully until the spasms ease, then gently pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. "Your taste is addictive."

Smiling you reach up to brush a messy strand of hair from his forehead. "Jake… I want to go all the way. I want to feel you inside me, please."

Jake’s breath catches, then he sits up properly and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom.

"You actually have these," you say with a light teasing note in your voice.

He looks at you with a shy smile as he opens the packet and rolls the condom down his length. "Hey, Heeseung isn’t the only one on campus who has sex, you know? A guy can be prepared even if he’s not out at every party." Jake hovers over you, supporting his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispers, leaning closer and gazing at your lips.

"Can I?" When you nod, he captures your mouth in a slow, deep kiss filled with desire. His lips move to your cheek, your jaw, and then trail softly down the side of your neck, leaving a wet path that makes you shiver. He takes his time, giving attention to every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth and fingers. Only when both of you are breathing heavier does he settle between your legs and position himself.

"Breathe with me, okay? Slow and easy." You nod, inhaling as he begins to push inside.

The initial pressure is intense — a wide, stretching fullness that makes your breath hitch. Your walls stretch around his thickness in an overwhelming way and your body tenses as he sinks into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. "Oh my God…"

Jake stops immediately. "Hey, hey… look at me," he says, his voice full of concern. He kisses you softly on the lips, then your nose and forehead. "Is it too much? We can wait. I hate the idea of hurting you, even for a second."

You shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort. "It’s a lot… really full and there’s some burning, but I want this."

To distract you from the stretch and help your body relax around him, he kisses you again. It works — the pain slowly turns into pressure, and then into something hotter and more intimate. "Okay, you can move a little more now."

Jake slides forward inch by inch until he’s fully inside you — every part of him is wrapped tightly in your heat, making you feel so connected, so completely filled, with a pleasant throbbing where your bodies meet.

"God… you feel incredible," he breathes, staying still for a moment while buried deep inside you. He covers you with more kisses. "So warm and tight around me. Tell me how you feel, babe."

"Full," you sigh. "So deep… it’s starting to feel really good."

Smiling against your skin, he begins rocking his hips in small, gentle movements. Each shallow thrust glides along your inner walls, brushing that sensitive spot and sending sparks of pleasure through your whole body. Jake keeps his eyes on yours, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. "More kisses," you whisper softly, and he gives them freely — deep, passionate kisses that match the slow rhythm of his hips. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers beside your head as he sinks a little deeper and a little firmer. The pleasure builds gradually, a warm wave spreading from your center outward.

"You’re doing so well," he praises between kisses, his voice full of affection. "Look at you… my best friend, letting me do this. You feel perfect, so hot and slick around my cock." His free hand caresses your breast through your tank top, his thumb brushing your nipple in time with his movements, pulling more moans from you.

"Faster… just a little," you ask, voice breaking. "I want to feel more."

Jake obeys, finding a slow but steady rhythm that lets every thrust fill you completely, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot over and over again. "Does this feel good for you too?" you ask between moans, wanting to make sure he’s enjoying it.

"God, yes," he groans. "You’re squeezing me so tight, but right now it’s all about you. I want you to come like this if you can."

You roll your hips to meet his thrusts, learning the rhythm and experimenting with how it feels to clench around him. Jake’s glasses are completely fogged up and slipping down his nose, he pauses just long enough to take them off and set them aside, then kisses you deeply as he resumes his movements.

"I’m getting there," you moan against his mouth. "Please don’t stop, Jake."

"I’ve got you." He shifts slightly, sliding one hand between your bodies to rub gentle circles over your clit. The extra stimulation pushes you right over the edge. Your walls flutter and clench hard around his cock as the orgasm crashes through you. You moan loudly, nails digging into his back while your body pulses around him.

Jake keeps thrusting softly through your climax, murmuring praises. "That’s it… so good. You’re incredible." Only when you start to come down does he let himself go. His hips snap a few more times before he buries himself deep and comes with a low, shaky groan, filling the condom.

For a long moment afterward, he stays inside you while both of you catch your breath. Then he pulls out carefully, discards the condom, and cleans you both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. "You okay?" he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. "No pain? I tried to be as gentle as possible."

You snuggle into the sheets, feeling a pleasant soreness between your legs and a deep sense of satisfaction. "I’m perfect. A little sore, but in a good way. You made my first time really special, Jake. You’re the best friend I could ask for."

The next morning, you wake up in his bed. The ache between your legs reminds you of everything — the careful way he touched you, the gentle thrusts, the tender kisses. It had all been perfect for your first time.

But as you slip out of bed carefully so you don’t wake him, a realization settles in your mind. It wasn’t enough. Not for what you really want.

Heeseung isn’t gentle. From the rumors, girls get pinned against walls, left breathless and marked. He likes control, intensity, rough hands. Jake would never give you that, even if you begged. He’s your best friend who worries about every little sound you make. He would never push your limits the way you suspect Heeseung would.

You also need to practice that side — the rougher kind of sex that leaves you deliciously sore, the kind that teaches you how to take and give back. You can’t show up to Heeseung soft and inexperienced if you want to stand out, if you want him to crave you for more than one night.

So you leave Jake a note on his desk. "Thank you for last night. Let’s talk soon," and head back to your dorm with a new determination.

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That weekend, the hockey team is throwing a big party at their off-campus house — an event that always draws a different crowd from the basketball scene. There’s no explosive feud between the teams, just a quiet rivalry and enough tension that basketball players rarely show up at hockey parties and vice versa. It’s perfect. No chance of running into Heeseung or his circle, and you need that space to level up without any complications.

You take extra time getting ready because you want to be noticed. You choose a short black dress that hugs your curves, the hem riding high on your thighs. It’s simple but dangerous — low neckline, thin straps, the kind of outfit that makes you feel powerful when you look in the mirror. You add a bit more makeup than usual, nothing too dramatic, and slip into heels that make your legs look longer.

The hockey house is already packed when you arrive. Hockey players in their varsity jackets, girls in tight dresses, and red solo cups everywhere. You grab a drink and wander through the crowd, heart racing with anticipation.

That’s when you see him.

Sunghoon, the captain of the hockey team, is standing near the kitchen island, leaning against the counter like he owns the place — and he does. He has a cold, almost untouchable aura that makes people shiver when he walks by. His teammates laugh around him, but he only offers a slight, distant smile, like he’s above it all.

Your eyes meet across the room and he doesn’t look away. Instead, his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the dress you chose so carefully, before returning to your face. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips — not warm like Jake’s, but something sharper, more predatory. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You don’t look away either. After all, that’s exactly why you came.

He pushes off the counter and makes his way through the crowd toward you. The suffocating tension hits you the second he stops right in front of you, like all the air has been sucked out of the room. "You don’t usually come to our parties," he says, his voice low as he tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he’s already halfway to solving. "Or are you from the basketball crowd, doll?"

You take a sip of your drink to steady yourself. "Maybe I was waiting for the right night… Plus, hockey parties have a certain reputation."

A faint smile tugs at his lips as he steps a little closer, invading your space enough to make your pulse race. "Reputation for what, exactly?" He’s so close now that you can smell his cologne — something fresh and expensive that makes your head spin.

You shrug, trying to look calm. "Good music, strong drinks… You’re Sunghoon, right? The captain of the team. I’ve heard a lot about you." The words come out bolder than you expected, but they hit something in him and his gaze darkens.

He raises a thick eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest, making his impressively attractive biceps stand out. "I hope they’re good things."

You smile slightly. "Depends on who you ask. Some say you’re intense. Others say you’re… hard to keep up with."

Sunghoon studies you like he’s deciding something. The air between you grows heavier, and you can feel the pull — the way his eyes drop to your mouth, then lower, before sliding back up. "And what do you think? Do you think you could keep up?"

The question makes your breath hitch. "I think it depends," you reply, taking a small step closer, letting the tension build until it feels almost unbearable. "Are you offering to find out?"

He leans in even closer, his lips hovering near your ear so only you can hear him, his warm breath brushing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. "Careful. Talking like that might get you more than you bargained for."

You turn your head just enough that your cheeks nearly touch. "Maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for."

His hand settles on your lower back, firm and guiding, pulling you subtly closer. "Come upstairs with me," he says, his voice steady as he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again. "There’s a room up there. Quieter. We can… talk more."

This is it — the next step.

You nod, letting him guide you through the crowd toward the stairs with his hand still resting on your back as you climb the steps.

The door clicks softly shut behind you, and the room instantly feels much quieter than the chaos downstairs, lit only by the soft glow coming through the open window. Sunghoon leans back against the door without saying a word, simply watching you with a playful smile on his lips.

"So," he begins softly, pushing away from the door and walking toward you, "you showed up at a hockey party dressed like that, with your eyes on the captain. You’re either really brave or really curious. Which one is it?"

"Maybe both."

Your back hits the wall before you even realize you’ve been moving backward. "Bold. I like that, I don’t waste time with girls who don’t know what they want." He towers over you, his presence intense and dominant.

You swallow hard. "I know exactly what I want tonight. Someone who won’t hold back."

He leans in closer, one hand settling on your hip, fingers pressing firmly enough for you to feel his strength. "Careful what you wish for… You look like the type who melts easily, and I think I’d really enjoy finding out."

His gaze drops to your mouth, then returns to your eyes, dark and hungry. Without another word, his lips crash against yours in a deep, overwhelming kiss right from the first second. Sunghoon doesn’t take it slow like Jake — he claims your mouth completely, his tongue sliding against yours with raw intensity while his free hand moves up to caress the back of your neck, tilting your head exactly the way he wants.

You try to match the intensity of his kiss, but it’s overwhelming — he devours every sigh and gasp that escapes you. When he finally pulls back enough for you to breathe, his eyes are darker, his lips slightly swollen. "Not bad," he murmurs, voice rough. "But you can do better, doll."

Before you can respond, he kisses you again, slower this time, pressing his body against yours so you can feel the hard line of his cock straining through his jeans. Your stomach tightens with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Come here." He takes your hand and guides you away from the wall toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he pulls you close until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs, your dress riding up as you settle against him.

He pulls you into another deep kiss while one hand slides up your body and the other grips your thigh. You rock lightly in his lap, feeling him grow even harder beneath you, and he lets out a low groan into your mouth. "You’re so fucking hot. I want to see what else that pretty mouth can do." His fingers trace your jaw, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Get on your knees for me. Show me what that mouth is capable of."

Your heart stutters because his words hit you hard — part excitement, part panic. On your knees. Sucking him. You’ve never given a blowjob before.

You slide slowly off Sunghoon’s lap and drop to your knees, your hands shaking as you reach for the button of his jeans and try to pull down the zipper. Reality crashes over you: you’re on your knees for the hockey team captain, about to give him head with zero experience.

His eyes narrow the moment he notices the tremor in your hands and the hesitation in your movements. A low, cruel, mocking laugh escapes him. "Wait." He reaches down, gripping your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You’ve never done this before, have you?"

Biting your lip, you shake your head. "No… I’ve never done it."

Sunghoon’s expression doesn’t soften with pity. Instead, it sharpens with something darker — satisfaction mixed with pure control. He releases your chin and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, looking down at you like you’re a player who needs to learn the drill.

"Good, I like honesty. So you’re going to listen carefully. I’m not in the mood for guessing games tonight. You want to learn? I’ll teach you, and you follow my instructions. Got it, dol?"

You swallow hard and nod again.

"Words," he commands, cold and firm. "Use your words when I ask you something."

"Yes," you repeat, your voice steadier this time. "I understand."

He gives a small nod of approval. "Good girl. Now unzip me."

You obey, slowly pulling the zipper down. Sunghoon lifts his hips slightly to help you tug his jeans and boxers low enough to free his cock. It springs out, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum.

His hand rests on the back of your neck, not pushing, but guiding. "Look up at me when I’m talking to you. Don’t just stare at it like you’re lost. Wrap your hand around the base and feel the weight."

Your fingers are still trembling as you obey, curling them around his thick length. He feels incredibly warm and heavy in your palm, the skin smooth over steel. You give an experimental squeeze, watching his reaction.

"Yes, just like that," he praises coolly, like he’s directing a teammate on the ice. "Now stroke up and down. Keep a firm grip. That’s it— good. Don’t be shy."

You pump your hand firmly, finding a rhythm that makes Sunghoon’s breathing grow a little deeper, but he keeps complete control, his eyes locked on you the entire time. "Spit on it, get it nice and wet. Good girls make it sloppy."

You gather saliva and let it drip onto the head, using your hand to spread it all over his length. The wet sounds that follow make your face burn even hotter, but the way his cock twitches in your grip sends a shiver through you.

His fingers twist into your hair with enough force for you to feel it, then he pulls you closer to his throbbing length. "Now use your mouth. Start with the head, wrap your lips around it, no teeth. Suck gently while you swirl your tongue."

Your heart races as you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting a man’s cock for the first time — slightly salty, but surprisingly good. Your tongue moves in slow, hesitant circles, trying to find the rhythm you think will feel best for him.

"Eyes up," he orders sharply. "Look at me while you do it. That’s good, but take me deeper now. Relax your throat, don’t force it. Move your head slowly and keep stroking the part you can’t reach."

You open wider and take him deeper. It feels strange at first — the stretch of your jaw, the way he fills your mouth, the occasional gag when you go too far, causing tears to gather at the corners of your eyes.

"Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. Faster with your tongue on the underside. Use your hand in sync with your mouth."

You follow every instruction carefully, the clear commands making it easier despite your inexperience. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds as your mouth works on him — licking, sucking, and your hand sliding smoothly along his cock. Sunghoon’s thighs tense under your free hand, and his voice grows a little rougher, though still tightly controlled. "Hollow your cheeks more when you pull back. Take me deeper whenever you can, I want to feel the back of your throat."

Pushing yourself, you take him deeper until your nose brushes his stomach, triggering a light gag. You try to hold it, but end up sliding back up, gasping for air. A thick string of saliva connects his cock to your mouth, and his grip tightens in your hair, the slight sting only heightening the moment.

"Not bad for your first time. Now focus on the head again. Suck harder while you move faster. Yeah— just like that. You’re gonna make me come if you keep going."

You throw yourself into it completely, determined to get better so you can do this perfectly for Heeseung one day. Your hand and mouth work together, faster and sloppier now, until Sunghoon’s breathing turns heavier and his abs tighten visibly.

"Fuck— keep your eyes on me," he growls, his voice dropping lower. "I’m close. When I come, you swallow. Every drop. Understand, doll?"

You murmur something unintelligible around him, the vibration drawing a low groan from deep in his throat. His hand guides you with a little more firmness now as his hips begin to rock, meeting your mouth with each movement. His dominance is intoxicating — no endless questions, no overthinking, just clear and commanding direction that pushes you exactly where he wants you.

With one last deep thrust into your mouth and a low groan, he comes. Hot spurts hit the back of your throat as you swallow desperately, trying not to gag while you take everything he gives you, your hand still gently stroking him through it.

Sunghoon holds you there for a few more seconds before finally releasing your hair and letting you pull back. You release his cock with a wet pop, your lips swollen and glistening. He looks down at you with that same cool satisfaction, his thumb brushing a stray string of saliva from your chin. "Clean every inch with your tongue."

You nod and obey, licking him carefully with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue until he’s completely clean.

"Good," he says, his voice satisfied. "Now come here."

He pulls you up from your knees and back onto his lap, guiding you into a deep kiss that’s slower and less aggressive than the one against the wall, yet still possessive. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting himself on you, letting out a soft groan against your lips.

"You did well for your first time," he praises quietly as he pulls back, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. "A little messy, but eager. I like that. You look even better with that flushed face after sucking me off, doll."

The praise sends a warm flutter through your stomach, and before you can respond, Sunghoon moves, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other slides up your thigh, pushing your dress higher. "You’ve never sucked a cock before… so I’m going to ask. Are you a virgin?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, I’m not."

A flash of relief crosses his face, quickly replaced by a darker, almost predatory smile. "Good. That’s actually perfect. It means I don’t have to be gentle with you." His hand glides along your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart. "I hate holding back."

Two of his long fingers press against your entrance, finding you already soaked from everything that’s happened. He pushes your panties aside and slides them inside you in one smooth motion. His fingers are noticeably longer than Jake’s, reaching places that instantly make your breath hitch.

"Fuck, you’re so tight. You sure you’re not a virgin, doll? Because you’re squeezing me like one." He starts moving right away, no slow buildup, no endless questions about how you feel, just his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm — faster and deeper — while his thumb rubs firm circles over your clit.

You gasp, arching your back off the bed as his long fingers reach so deep that they stroke that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. "Sunghoon—" you moan, clutching his shoulders.

"Eyes on me." His free hand pins your wrists above your head while the other moves faster, scissoring his fingers to stretch you further. He watches every reaction on your face, adjusting the intensity until you’re writhing beneath him. "You’re already soaking my hand, doll. Come on, let me feel you come around my fingers."

He adds a third finger, pushing deeper and curling harder against that spot while his thumb presses firmer circles on your clit. The combination is overwhelming — fast, deep strokes that tighten the pleasure in your core until your thighs start trembling around his hand.

"I… oh God…" Your words dissolve into a moan as the orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clench hard around his fingers, pulsing with every wave, but Sunghoon doesn’t slow down, he keeps going until you’re shaking and gasping, hypersensitive and completely spent.

Only then does he pull his fingers out, bringing them to his lips for a quick taste while he looks down at you with dark satisfaction. "You taste so good, doll."

Without wasting another second, he shoves the rest of his pants and boxers down and climbs fully on top of you. "Arms up." You lift them without hesitation and he pulls your dress off, tossing it aside somewhere in the room. Your bra follows immediately, exposing your breasts to the cool air. In the same motion, he squeezes one firmly, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens, then leans down to suck it, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

"These are perfect," he murmurs against your skin before moving to the other. His free hand yanks your panties down your legs in one swift pull, leaving you completely naked beneath him. Sunghoon sits back for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming over your bare body with cool appreciation. "Perfect. You’re perfect, doll."

He positions himself between your spread thighs, one hand gripping your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. Only then do you realize there’s no condom. This is going to be the first time you feel someone raw. "Wait, Sunghoon…"

"I’m clean," he says dryly, reading your hesitation perfectly. "We’re good." He doesn’t say anything else, simply pushing forward and sinking the thick head of his cock into you with one precise thrust.

With no latex barrier, you feel every inch of him — hot, hard, and completely bare. The stretch is more intense than it was with Jake, deeper and fuller in a way that makes your walls flutter and clench tightly around him. A low moan escapes you as he sinks even deeper, filling you completely until his hips press flush against yours.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Sunghoon groans, closing his eyes for a brief second before locking his gaze on your face again. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, starting to move with long, deep strokes that brush every sensitive spot inside you while he watches your every reaction, every gasp, fucking you with firm control.

You grab onto his arms, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin. "Sunghoon… it’s so deep like this." Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you hard again, swallowing your moans as his hips snap forward faster, growing more intense. The pleasure feels stronger than your first time because there’s nothing between you, but after a few minutes, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and whimpering.

"On your knees. Face down, ass up," he orders. "I need to go deeper. I want to watch this ass bounce while I fuck you stupid."

You get on all fours, feeling incredibly exposed with your ass up and back arched. The vulnerability of this new position you’ve never tried before sends a fresh wave of nerves through you. Sunghoon kneels behind you, his hands spreading your cheeks slightly as he lines himself up again.

He thrusts into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The new angle lets him go incredibly deeper, the head of his cock pressing against spots you didn’t even know existed. You cry out, fingers clutching the sheets tightly. "Oh my God, it’s so much deeper like this."

Sunghoon groans in satisfaction. "That’s exactly what I wanted." His hands grip your hips firmly as he starts fucking you with more intensity. His thrusts are relentless, hips snapping forward with a force that makes your entire body shake.

One hand slides up your back and fists in your hair, pulling your head back sharply and arching you even more. "Fuck, look at you taking it so well like this."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, a firm slap that makes the flesh jiggle and sting deliciously, drawing a loud moan from you. He spanks the other cheek, then again, alternating while he keeps pounding into you.

Without a condom, you feel every vein, every ridge, the way his cock stretches and fills you completely with every powerful thrust. "This ass looks even better when it’s moving for me," he says, landing another harder slap. Your arms tremble, barely able to hold you up as the pleasure builds hotter and tighter in your core. "You’re clenching so fucking hard. You like it rough like this, don’t you?"

"Yes," you moan, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, please."

He obeys without hesitation, fucking you with punishing force that makes the bed creak beneath you and his balls slap against you with every deep stroke. "Touch yourself, rub your clit while I fuck you."

You slide a hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit. Another sharp slap lands on your ass, the sting spreading hot across your skin and making you clench hard around him. "Fuck, do that again, doll." He delivers one more firm spank, then squeezes the reddened flesh possessively. "You’re dripping all over my cock, soaking the sheets like a good girl."

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm, the sharp tugs on your hair, the stinging slaps, and the overwhelming depth of this position, push you straight over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, your walls pulsing and contracting tightly around his bare cock as waves of pleasure crash through you. You moan loudly into the mattress, your whole body shaking.

Sunghoon doesn’t slow down at all — he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own. "I’m gonna come," he growls. After a few more deep, powerful thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt and groans as he fills you with hot pulses of cum, spilling deep inside you for the first time. The sensation is new and overwhelming — warm, wet, and so intimately raw that it makes your mind spin.

Sunghoon collapses beside you on the bed and pulls you against his chest, lazily stroking your back. "You should come to our parties more often. Those basketball idiots don’t deserve someone like you at their parties."

────────

Not everything is about the plan. After all, you are still in college — assignments pile up and deadlines approach without caring about your personal obsessions. When the professor pairs you with Jay for the next project, you don’t think much of it, you just need to finish the work as quickly as possible so you can get back to your plan.

The second-floor library was strangely quiet that night. Most students have already left, and the few who remain are buried in their books. You and Jay sit at a secluded table in a corner, surrounded by tall bookshelves that give you a sense of privacy.

Jay sits across from you, looking effortlessly attractive in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms. You’ve been discussing the project for nearly an hour, but the conversation slowly drifts away from the assignment and becomes more personal.

"You always seem so put-together," you say with a small smile. "Even during finals week. How do you do it?"

Jay chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair. "Coffee. A lot of coffee… You’ve been glowing lately. There’s a new confidence in class. It looks good on you."

Your cheeks flush slightly. "Thank you. I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone lately."

"I noticed and it’s honestly really attractive." The compliment is light, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch. Jay’s voice drops lower as he continues. "You know, it’s easy to talk to you… and easy to look at, too."

You laugh, quickly glancing around to make sure no one is nearby. "You’re not bad yourself. Always so polite and charming... It’s kind of dangerous."

His smile widens, and then he reaches across the table, lightly brushing his fingers against yours. The touch is gentle but sends a spark through you, making the library feel even quieter now, like the rest of the world has disappeared and only the two of you remain behind the shelves.

Before you can overthink it, Jay leans forward over the table. "Come here."

You meet him halfway, and the kiss starts soft and sweet at first — a gentle brush of lips that quickly deepens as he tilts his head. Jay kisses with care and skill, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other rests on the table for balance. It feels good, warm, and surprisingly right.

When he finally pulls back, breathing a little faster, he whispers. "No one’s around… Come sit with me."

He gently pulls you around the table and onto his lap. Your legs part over his thighs, the skirt riding up as he settles you against him and wraps one arm securely around your waist.

"Jay," a nervous laugh escapes you as you glance at the shelves surrounding you. "We’re in the library… Someone could walk by any second."

"It’s okay," his hand traces slow circles on your lower back while the other rests on your thigh. "Look around, it’s almost empty, and the shelves block most of the view." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. "We’ll be quiet. I just want to be close to you for a little while… if you’re okay with it."

Sitting on his lap like this in a public place feels incredibly bold, but Jay’s gentle confidence makes your hesitation melt away. "It’s okay," he whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. "Just relax. It’s just us right now."

You kiss him back, and it doesn’t take long for your hips to start moving almost on their own, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. The friction feels good even through your clothes — a slow, delicious rhythm that builds heat between your legs. Jay lets out a low hum of approval against your mouth, his hand squeezing your thigh encouragingly.

"That’s good… really good." His hips continue moving in deliberate circles, letting you feel him hardening beneath you — the thick outline pressing right against your core.

The kiss deepens as he traces your lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, and you open for him. "Yeah… keep doing that." One of his hands slides up to your cheek, tenderly stroking it with his thumb, while the other guides your hips, helping you find a rhythm that feels even better. "You’re driving me crazy doing this… it feels so good."

Jay pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again, his gaze is dark with desire but still incredibly gentle. "Do you want to do this here?" he asks, thumb caressing your hip. "We don’t have to… but if you’re comfortable, I need you right now."

You quickly glance around — there’s still no one nearby. "Yes." The certainty in your voice surprises even you. "I want to."

He pulls you into another kiss, deep and reassuring, before reaching between your bodies to push his pants and underwear down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out — long and incredibly thick, the head flushed red and already glistening. It’s bigger than you expected, heavy, with prominent veins.

Your eyes widen in surprise and nervousness. "Jay… you’re really big. I don’t know if I can take all of that."

He cups your face with both hands, noticing your nerves. "Hey… look at me. We don’t have to rush anything, and if it’s too much, we stop, I promise." A soft, caring expression takes over as thumbs gently stroke your cheeks. "We’ll go really slow… I’ll make sure it feels good for you."

You nod, biting your lower lip. "Okay. I trust you."

One hand stays on your waist while the other guides his thick cock, rubbing the head against your soaked panties, teasing your entrance through the fabric. "Move your panties to the side for me."

With trembling hands, you hook your fingers under the fabric and pull it aside. The cool air hits your wet folds, making you shiver. Jay helps by tugging your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist. Only then does he position himself at your entrance — the blunt head of his cock brushing against your slick pussy. "When you’re ready."

You take a deep breath and start sinking down, the stretch is immediate and intense — almost too much. His thickness slowly pushes your walls apart as you lower yourself, inch by inch. A soft moan escapes your lips from the burning sensation and the way he fills you so completely. It’s deeper than anything you’ve felt before, his huge size presses against every sensitive spot inside you.

Jay groans, tilting his head back for a moment. "Fuck… you’re so tight. Take it slow, angel. You’re doing so well."

You pause halfway, breathing deeply to ease the burning feeling. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the raw heat of him, bare and deep, sends sparks of pleasure through the stretch. Determined, you continue lowering yourself until you’re fully seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, your walls fluttering as they try to adjust to his enormous length.

For a few seconds, you stay still, adjusting to the feeling of his cock pulsing deep inside you. Jay’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as his lips brush your temple. "You’re perfect, angel. Taking me so well... Tell me when you want to move."

You start experimenting, at first moving simply — rising and sinking as you’ve seen in porn videos. The motion drags him along your walls, creating delicious friction, but it feels a little awkward. It feels good for him, his groans make that clear, but it isn’t quite hitting the right spots for you.

"This is incredible," he says honestly. "But I want you to feel good too. You don’t have to just go up and down. Grind on me… roll your hips in circles, and when you bounce, use your whole body. Let me guide you, angel."

He gently guides you with his hands on your hips, and you follow, shifting from simple up and down movements to a smooth, rolling grind. The change is instant — his thick cock now rubs perfectly against your front wall, pressing hard into that sensitive spot with every circle of your hips, making a sharp moan escape you. "Yes, just like that. Feel how deep I am when you roll your hips? Now try bouncing while you do that."

You combine the movements — lifting and dropping while rolling your hips on the way down. Each bounce takes him incredibly deep, his cockhead dragging against places that make your toes curl. The stretch remains intense because he’s almost too big, creating a delicious burn.

Jay groans louder, and one hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck as he kisses you again. "Yes… fuck, you’re riding me so well. Look at you, angel." His other hand stays on your hip, guiding you to bounce harder.

The praise makes you bolder. You brace your hands on his shoulders for balance and start bouncing faster, moving up and down while grinding. Jay is so big that you can feel his cock reaching deep into your stomach, creating a profound pressure that makes your head spin.

Your newfound confidence makes him throb inside you as Jay starts thrusting up to meet you, the added force sending waves of pleasure through your core. "Deeper… like this," you moan.

Jay’s hands roam all over your body — squeezing your ass, caressing your breasts over your shirt, pulling you down for more kisses. He doesn’t take full control, letting you lead while offering guidance and praise. "That’s it… move just like that. You’re getting so wet for me. You look so beautiful riding my cock."

The pleasure builds quickly, a deep, spreading heat that consumes your entire body. You lean forward, changing the angle, and cry out when you hit an even more sensitive spot. Jay groans, holding you tighter. "Right there? Good girl. Keep going, take what you need."

You moan loudly, burying your face in his neck as the orgasm crashes through you violently. Your walls clench uncontrollably around his cock, pulsing and milking him while you keep bouncing, pushing him over the edge right after. He groans, thrusting his hips up against you as he cums deep inside, filling you with hot, thick pulses of cum.

Once you both come down, Jay lifts your chin and kisses you again, his tongue moves lazily against yours, savoring the moment. You kiss him back, feeling his cock still twitching softly inside you.

"You were incredible, angel," he whispers between kisses, smiling against your lips. "So beautiful riding me like that."

Jay’s hands run gently down your back, his gaze dropping to your chest. "Can I see more of you?"

You nod, and he doesn’t waste a single second, pulls your blouse up just enough to free your breasts. The cool air of the library makes your nipples harden instantly. "Perfect,” you sigh softly as he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

He sucks harder, then grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud with a careful bite that makes you moan and clench around his cock, which is still buried deep inside you. Switching to the other breast, he gives it the same attention — kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. You roll your hips slowly in his lap, savoring the way his cock twitches inside you every time he sucks harder.

"You’re so sensitive here," he murmurs against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses between your breasts. "I could spend hours doing this."

You let out a soft, needy sound, holding his head closer to your chest as he continues marking you with his mouth — sucking hard enough to leave hickeys that will remind you of this moment later. He’s getting hard again inside you, growing thicker and longer, pressing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck, you’re making me hard again. The way you squeeze around me while I suck on these… you’re driving me crazy." Suddenly, Jay’s arms tighten around you and, in one swift movement, he stands up.

"Jay—!" you gasp, clutching his shoulders.

"I’ve got you," he says carefully, sitting you on the edge of the table with his cock still buried deep inside you. "I need to move for a bit. Okay, angel? Tell me if it’s too much."

Before you can respond, he starts fucking you at his own pace — deep, powerful thrusts that make your body shake on the table. The angle is perfect, making his thick cock drags along every inch of your walls with each stroke.

You try to stay quiet, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and moans far too loud for the silent library keep escaping. "Ah— Jay!"

He quickly covers your mouth with his hand while continuing to thrust firmly. "Shh, angel." His hips snap forward a little harder, testing your silence. "You have to stay quiet… someone might hear."

Even with his palm muffling your sounds, the deep thrusts still pull muffled but audible moans from you. Jay glances around nervously, unsure what to do because stopping isn’t an option, so he makes a quick decision. He pulls his cock out, reaches for your panties, which was pulled to the side this whole time, tugs the wet fabric free and then he pushes it between your lips.

"I’m sorry," he whispers immediately as he slides back inside you with a deep thrust. "I hate doing this… but I don’t want us to get caught, okay?"

You nod slightly, eyes watering from the intensity, but the gag works — your next moan comes out completely muffled. "You’re being so good for me, so wet and tight." Jay returns to your breasts, sucking on one nipple while he continues fucking you senseless.

His pace quickens, hips snapping harder against yours as he tries to keep control. The risk of getting caught and the feeling of you around him push him closer to the edge. "Cum for me. I’m close too… let go, angel."

You scream into the gag, your body shaking in his arms as you cum hard, and the sensation of your walls pulsing around him sends Jay over the edge right after. He buries himself as deep as possible and cums inside you with hot, intense pulses.

Still buried inside you, he strokes your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You were incredible… so responsive and beautiful."

A shy smile tugs at your lips. "You were incredible too."

He runs his thumb across your flushed cheek. "I’d love to do this again someday… if you want. Maybe somewhere more private next time, so I can take my time with you."

Biting your lower lip, you nod. "I’d like that. A lot, actually."

That night, back in your dorm, you realize something: during those hours with Jay, you didn’t think about Heeseung even once because you were completely lost in the moment — in his gentle touches, his warm voice, and the way he made you feel so good.

────────

The basketball team has just won a home game. The crowd is still roaring and the players are celebrating in the middle of the court. Sitting in the stands, you spot Ni-ki — Heeseung’s close friend and teammate. He’s younger than the others but carries himself with an easy, playful confidence.

When the court finally quiets down and the players start heading toward the locker rooms, you walk calmly through the internal hallways of the building, following the path that leads to the locker room area. To avoid being seen by Heeseung, you hide behind a pillar. From there, you have a perfect view of anyone leaving the locker room, while people passing through the hallway are unlikely to notice you.

A few minutes pass before the door opens. A group of players steps out, talking loudly, and Heeseung is right in the middle of them. You press yourself tighter against the pillar, holding your breath as he walks by, laughing at some joke.

More athletes leave after that until the hallway falls completely silent. Knowing most people have already gone and the risk of seeing Heeseung has passed, you finally step out of your hiding spot and walk to a brighter, more visible part of the corridor, right near the door.

When Ni-ki comes out, his eyes land on you almost immediately. He slows his steps, tilting his head with clear interest and a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "No way. You actually waited? Most girls chase after the captain." He stops right in front of you, looking you up and down without even trying to hide it. "Damn, you look dangerous."

You feel a flutter in your stomach but smile back at him. "I thought the guy who kept stealing the ball and grinning like he owned the court deserved some attention tonight."

Ni-ki laughs, running a hand through his damp hair. "You’re bold, huh? I like that." He steps a little closer, his eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. "So what’s your deal? Are you a basketball fan or did you just come here to make my day way more interesting?"

There’s a seductive tease in his voice — arrogant but fun. He clearly likes what he sees and isn’t shy about showing it. "Because if you’re here for me, you should probably tell me your name before I start calling you ‘mine’ in front of the whole team."

If you play this right, he might casually mention you to the team later, and Heeseung would hear your name and maybe get curious. But if you mess up and come across as too eager or awkward, Ni-ki could joke about it in the locker room and ruin everything before you even get close. Still, you trust yourself. "It’s y/n."

"y/n," he repeats, like he’s savoring the sound. "Nice. It suits you. So, y/n… do you always wait outside the locker rooms after games looking this good, or did I just get lucky today?"

"Only when the player on the court is showing off like he’s trying to impress someone."

Ni-ki moves even closer. "Ah, so you were really watching me? Careful, I might get too cocky." He tilts his head, his eyes tracing your face before dropping to your lips. "Or maybe that’s exactly what you want. To make me arrogant enough to do something about the pretty girl who showed up just for me."

His gaze continues sliding down from your lips, appreciating the way your top hugs your body. Suddenly, Ni-ki glances around, checking if anyone is nearby. The hallway is empty. Without warning, he grabs your hand with a grin. "Come with me for a second."

He pulls you into the locker room, but not near the entrance. He keeps guiding you deeper inside, past a small entryway and around the corner of the main area, where he presses your body against the wall. The tension that has been building finally snaps. Cupping your face with one hand, he kisses you with raw hunger — his lips moving against yours with confidence as his tongue teases yours, deepening the kiss almost instantly.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined."

He presses you harder against the wall and slides one thigh between your legs, creating just enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth. "You’re so fucking addictive." His hands slip under your top, warm palms gliding over your skin and sending shivers through you.

Suddenly, Ni-ki drops to his knees in front of you, looking up with an even more mischievous smile. "I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you waiting outside." His hands move quickly, unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down along with your panties. He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder, opening you up to him.

Ni-ki presses his mouth against your pussy like he’s starving for it — voracious and rough. His tongue licks long, wet stripes from your entrance up to your clit before swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh my God — Ni-ki…" you moan, one hand flying to his messy hair.

He moans against you, the vibration shooting pleasure straight up your spine. "You taste so good." His tongue dives inside you, licking and savoring every inch like he can’t get enough. Messy and eager, his lips suck on your folds before focusing back on your clit with small, hungry sucks and licks.

He eats you out like he wants to memorize every taste, every reaction — switching between long, slow licks that make your toes curl and faster movements that force you to bite your lip to stay quiet.

"Ni-ki… that feels so good." He looks up at you while his mouth works, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire, clearly loving the way you’re falling apart for him.

Ni-ki murmurs in response and doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue moves fast. "Ni-ki… fuck, right there," you gasp, fingers tightening almost painfully in his hair as your hips start grinding against his face.

He slides two fingers inside you while his tongue keeps working your clit, curling them instantly against that perfect spot.

Your breathing turns ragged, your thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. "I… I’m gonna—" you try to warn him, voice breaking, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he sucks harder on your clit and pumps his fingers faster.

Your whole body locks up for a second before a violent tremor runs through you. Your pussy clenches hard around his fingers as your clit pulses wildly against his tongue.

Ni-ki groans proudly against you, licking you through every wave, addicted to the way you fall apart. He keeps going until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and shaking. Only then does he finally pull back, lips glossy and swollen. "Shit, you come so beautifully."

He rises to his feet with a satisfied smirk and pulls you into another kiss so you can taste yourself on his tongue, his hands grip your waist, pressing your body against his. "You’re so sweet. I could eat you every day, all day long."

You open your mouth to respond, but the metallic click of the main door handle cuts through the air.

You both freeze and footsteps echo on the tiled floor, accompanied by a familiar voice humming something.

It’s Jungwon — another teammate, the point guard.

"Shit." Ni-ki quickly grabs your hand and pulls you toward the shower area with its open stalls and curtains. Yanking one curtain aside, he guides you inside, and presses your back against the cold tiled wall.

The footsteps grow louder, closer. "Hey, is anyone still in here?" Jungwon’s voice sounds casual, like he heard something and decided to check.

Ni-ki presses a finger to your lips, leaning in so close that his warm breath brushes your ear. "Don’t make a sound," he whispers, almost inaudible.

Your heart pounds hard against your ribs, but Ni-ki doesn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, the risk seems to excite him even more. Jungwon’s footsteps get closer, and right at that exact moment, Ni-ki pushes two fingers inside you without any warning. Your eyes widen and a sharp gasp almost escapes before you bite down hard on your lip.

He curls his fingers instantly, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you with ease, a small mischievous smirk on his face as he watches your reaction. He pumps them slowly at first, then faster, while his thumb presses firmly against your swollen clit.

Trembling violently, you bury your face in his neck, desperately trying to muffle the moans threatening to spill out. "Shhh," Ni-ki whispers right against your ear, but his fingers don’t stop — deep, curling thrusts that make your knees buckle. "You’re squeezing me so tight. Does almost getting caught turn you on?"

You nod frantically and bite down on his shoulder through his shirt to stay quiet as Jungwon moves just a few meters away. Ni-ki’s thumb presses harder on your clit while his fingers thrust faster, making your thighs shake and your walls flutter uncontrollably around him as you fight to stay silent. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the effort.

Jungwon’s voice echoes again, closer this time. "I heard noises coming from here. Who the hell is in here?"

Noticing Jungwon getting closer, Ni-ki curls his fingers harder, rubbing your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb works your clit in fast, precise circles. You dig your nails into his back, letting out a silent scream against his neck as pleasure peaks. Your pussy clenches violently around his fingers, dripping as waves of spasms run through you.

Finally, Jungwon’s footsteps retreat. The door opens and closes again. The second it does, Ni-ki pulls his fingers out and kisses you hard, swallowing the broken moan that finally escapes you.

Without breaking the kiss, he tugs down his basketball shorts and boxers in one quick motion, freeing his hard, thick, flushed cock. It’s already leaking at the tip from how turned on he is after eating you out and fingering you.

You reach for him without thinking — and without really knowing what you’re doing — wrapping your hand around his length and stroking slowly at first. You feel the heat and the way he pulses hot against your palm as your thumb brushes over the head, spreading the precum. "You’re so hard… I can feel how much you want this."

"Yeah? Then let me have you." He quickly helps you pull your jeans and panties all the way down your legs, kicking them aside before pressing you against the cold tiled wall of the shower stall. One hand grips your thigh as he lines himself up and with one smooth thrust, he pushes inside, burying his cock deep into your still-sensitive pussy. The stretch makes you gasp at the sudden, overwhelming fullness after everything that’s already happened.

He fucks you against the wall with firm, deep thrusts, his hips snapping forward while he holds you in place. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good," he groans, burying his face in your neck as he drives into you harder, each movement pressing you against the tiles. "So wet and tight."

"Ni-ki… you’re so deep," your voice trembles with pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "Don’t stop… it feels so good."

He keeps going like that for a while, fucking you firmly against the wall with his hands gripping your ass. But soon the position isn’t enough for him, with a low grunt, he suddenly lifts you as if you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The new angle lets him sink even deeper, and you let out a muffled cry as he starts bouncing you on his cock, thrusting up with hungry movements that make your breasts bounce inside your top.

"Yes, like that… it feels so good," you moan while he fucks you in the air, your back pressed against the wall for leverage as he holds you like you’re weightless. The sensation is intense, every thrust hits so deep it makes your head spin and your toes curl.

"Open your mouth." He brings two fingers to your lips. "Suck them for me. I want to feel that pretty mouth while I fuck you."

You part your lips obediently and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking them eagerly while he keeps thrusting into you. His cock twitches at the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, the taste of you still lingers on them from earlier, making you moan around them.

"That’s it," he says, eyes locked on your face as he watches you suck his fingers while bouncing you on his cock. "You look so fucking hot like this. Keep sucking just like that."

You do exactly that, swirling your tongue and sucking harder as he drives deep inside you, clearly losing himself in how good it feels.

You pull off his fingers with a wet pop and gasp, "Ni-ki… I’m so close again. I’m gonna come."

With a mischievous smirk, he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, moving them in time with his cock as he fucks you harder against the wall. "Then come for me again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock while you suck my fingers."

The dirty words combined with his relentless pace finally push you over the edge. You moan loudly around his fingers as your legs tighten around his waist. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through you, making your entire body shake in his arms.

Ni-ki groans at the feeling of you coming and his thrusts turn erratic. He buries himself as deep as possible and comes hard inside you, pulsing with hot spurts while holding you firmly against the wall.

After a moment, he finally lowers you gently until your feet touch the floor again, but he doesn’t pull out immediately, he stays nestled inside your heat, kissing you slowly and almost lazily, like he isn’t ready to end the moment yet. "Fuck… that was incredible. And honestly? That was the best post-game sex I’ve ever had. No joke. I’m gonna be thinking about this pussy for days."

You let out a soft giggle, cheeks burning. "Really? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly after this."

Surprisingly gentle, he laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before finally pulling out slowly. Both of you hiss at the loss. "That’s actually great. Means you’ll be thinking about me too. When can we do this again? After the next game, or maybe after every practice?"

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​The basketball team had crushed their biggest rival that night, and the victory party at the massive off-campus house is going to be loud, chaotic, and packed with people. This is the moment you’ve been carefully preparing for with every practice session and every new experience. Tonight is the night.

You choose a bold black dress that clings to your body like a second skin, short enough to show off your legs and thighs, with a neckline that reveals just enough to be daring. Your hair is styled exactly the way you like it, and your makeup is flawless, enhancing your features in a way that makes you feel powerful. When you look in the mirror, you look like someone who belongs in Heeseung’s world.

When you arrive at the party, the music is already pulsing through the walls, bodies are moving everywhere, and the air smells like alcohol and sweat. Your eyes scan the room until they find him.

Heeseung is sitting on the large couch in the main room like he owns the place — which he basically does. Two girls are practically draped over him. One is half in his lap, her hand resting possessively on his chest, while he has one arm casually around the other girl, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder as he talks to his teammates.

Spotting Ni-ki nearby, chatting with some of the other players, you walk toward him with confident steps because you aren’t going straight to Heeseung. No — you’re going to make him come to you. Ni-ki’s eyes light up with immediate recognition and interest.

"I can’t believe you’re here," he says with a grin as he pulls you into a side hug that lasts a second longer than necessary. "You look dangerous tonight. Come here, I want you to meet some of the guys."

You laugh softly and stay close to him, letting him introduce you to some of his teammates, including Jungwon. Your cheeks heat up as you remember that moment in the locker room, and when you glance to the side, Heeseung is watching — the girls are still around him, but his eyes are locked on you, following every move you make.

Ni-ki leans in and whispers in your ear, "You know, I still can’t stop thinking about that day in the locker room. Jungwon almost catching us… My fingers buried so deep inside you while you tried so hard not to moan. I’ve been replaying that shit all week."

Your face flushes instantly and the memory makes your thighs press together in a rush of heat. "Ni-ki…" you whisper back, half embarrassed and half turned on, "you can’t just say that here."

You’re too focused on Ni-ki to notice Heeseung pushing the girl off his lap, standing up, and walking over with his usual confidence. He stops right in front of you, his gaze shifting between you and Ni-ki, who is still grinning widely.

"What’s so funny over here?" Heeseung asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "You two look like you’re sharing secrets."

You freeze for a second before answering quickly, a little too fast. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Come on. Nothing stays hidden from the captain, especially when my teammate is standing here grinning like an idiot and you’re looking all flustered." He steps closer, his full attention now on you. "Gonna tell me what got you so worked up, pretty?"

Ni-ki’s playful smile fades, replaced by something closer to jealousy as he watches the captain focus entirely on you. "We're just messing around. It's fun talking to y/n, that's all."

Heeseung looks you up and down slowly, taking in the way the dress hugs every curve of your body. "Want a drink? I can’t have you standing here empty-handed."

"Yeah… I’d like that."

Ni-ki’s jaw tightens as he glances between the two of you, clearly not happy about being sidelined, but he knows better than to push it with Heeseung. "Catch you later, y/n," he says, giving you one last look filled with a mix of jealousy and desire before disappearing into the crowd.

Now it’s just you and Heeseung.

He guides you toward the kitchen, his hand lightly brushing your lower back. “So… y/n,” he says, savoring your name like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "You show up at my party looking like sin, talking to my boy while wearing this little dress that makes everyone wonder what you’re hiding underneath." A mischievous smile curves his lips as his eyes flick to your mouth for a moment. "You gonna let me find out, or are you just here to tease?"

You feel yourself getting wet just from the way he’s looking at you — that hungry stare and confident tone making your panties stick to you. "Talking about what I’m hiding under this dress already? We just got to the kitchen… but yeah, I might let you discover it." Your voice comes out bold because you refuse to sound nervous now, after waiting so long for this moment.

Deep down, all you can think about is how badly you want him to stop talking and just fuck you senseless.

Heeseung’s smile deepens, a flash of satisfaction crossing his face. He glances around to make sure no one is paying too much attention, then leans in even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "There’s an empty room upstairs. Third door on the left, go up in a few minutes. I’ll follow right after so no one notices."

He pulls back, sliding his hand slowly along your waist before disappearing into the crowd. You wait a few minutes, taking a sip of your drink to calm your nerves, but it barely helps — the ache between your legs only grows with every passing second. After exactly five minutes, you head up the stairs and find the third door already slightly ajar. You step inside with shaky, anticipatory breaths.

Moments later, Heeseung appears. He closes the door firmly behind him and locks it.

The second the lock clicks, he’s on you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry, intense kiss. He bites your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, then does it again harder just to hear you whimper.

His hands slide down to grip your ass firmly under the dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants.

"Fuck, this ass feels even better than it looks in that dress," he growls against your mouth, squeezing harder and spreading your cheeks. The kiss deepens, his tongue dominating yours while he continues kneading and groping your ass like he can’t get enough.

Heeseung’s mischievous smirk returns when he hears you moan into the kiss. He doesn’t break it as he walks you backward toward the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pushes you down and climbs on top of you.

A string of saliva connects his lips to yours when he pulls back to strip your dress off in one quick motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of your body.

"Look at you… such a pretty little slut, all dressed up for who? For me?" His hands make quick work of unclasping your bra and tossing it aside before he drags your panties down your legs and throws them away too, leaving you completely naked and exposed for him.

With a firm hand, Heeseung spreads your legs wide, getting a perfect view of your glistening, dripping pussy. "Already so wet for me, but it’s not enough." Suddenly he leans down and spits directly on your pussy, the warm string of saliva hitting your clit and dripping down your folds. The sight makes his rock-hard cock twitch inside his pants so he does it again, spitting a second time, then spreads it with two fingers, rubbing the wetness all over. "Gonna get this pussy nice and sloppy for me."

You moan loudly at the filthy feeling of his saliva sliding through your folds — hips jerk while your pussy clenches around nothing.

Heeseung drags his tongue slowly up your pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, deliberate stroke that makes you gasp. When you do, he laughs against you — the vibration sending shivers through your entire body.

"You taste so fucking good," he says before diving back in. He eats you out messily, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping down to push inside you, savoring every drop of your arousal mixed with his spit.

Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as the overwhelming sensation hits you. "Heeseung, that feels incredible…"

He keeps going, licking deeper inside you while his nose brushes against your clit, but suddenly he pulls back, looking up at you with a devilish smirk. Without warning, he brings his hand down in a sharp, wet slap against your soaked pussy, the sting mixed with pleasure makes you cry out loudly. "Holy fuck, Heeseung."

"You like that too?" He slaps your pussy again, harder this time, hitting your folds and swollen clit. "Such a dirty girl, getting even wetter when I slap this pretty pussy."

"Yes— God, yes," you moan, thighs trembling. "It burns, but it feels so good at the same time."

That encourages him to give you another slap and right after, he buries his face between your legs again, sucking hard on your clit while two thick fingers push inside you. He fingers you mercilessly, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over as his tongue works your clit. "Fuck, you’re so tight. Taking my fingers like a good little slut for me."

He spits on your clit again, spreading the saliva with his tongue before adding a third finger, stretching you deliciously while pumping them faster and harder. All you can do is moan, your thighs shaking violently around his head. "Heeseung, I’m getting close… please don’t stop."

He obeys, alternating between long licks, hard sucks on your clit, deep thrusts of his fingers, and firm slaps that make your pussy burn and throb. "I’m gonna come," you moan, arching your back off the bed.

"Then come for me." Your entire body tenses, your walls clenching hard around his fingers as spasms rip through you. You come hard with a loud cry, thighs trembling violently around his head. But Heeseung doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and fingering you through every pulse, drawing out your pleasure until you’re oversensitive and whimpering.

When he finally pulls back with glossy lips and chin, he kisses you again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "Get on your knees for me," he commands against your lips. "I want that pretty mouth around my cock."

It’s time to put into practice what Sunghoon taught you about sucking dick.

With a confident little smile, you gently push him so he lies on his back. Once he does, you position yourself between his legs and reach for his belt, slowly unbuckling it. He lifts his hips to help as you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. It springs up thick, hard, and leaking precum, making your mouth water at the sight.

You wrap one hand around the base of his cock, lean in, and press a soft kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue slowly along the underside, drawing a shaky breath from Heeseung. "That’s it… suck me like a good girl."

Feeling confident, you take him into your mouth and slowly suck on the head, swirling your tongue around it while savoring the precum there. Then you take him deeper, bobbing your head as your hand strokes what doesn’t fit, your movements growing smoother as you find the right rhythm. "Fuck… your mouth feels so good."

His praise encourages you to take him even deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, making you gag. A wet choking sound escapes as your eyes water, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you stay there for a moment, breathing through your nose the way Sunghoon taught you, before sliding back up and sinking down again.

Heeseung grabs your hair and tightens his grip as a needy groan escapes his throat. "Shit, that’s… ahh—"

You keep going, moving your head faster and sucking harder while your hand twists around the base, making his thighs tense and another desperate moan slip out.

It’s hard to believe that Heeseung, the guy everyone on campus talks about, the one with a reputation for being experienced and dominant, is moaning and whimpering under your mouth. It’s unexpected, but not in a bad way, especially because your pussy clenches around nothing every time he makes those sounds.

You pull back a little, sucking on the head while stroking him faster with your hand, which draws another broken moan from him. "Yes— fuck, yes, baby."

Wanting to pull even more reactions from him, you take him deep into your mouth again, gagging softly around his length as your head moves faster. Saliva drips down his entire shaft and onto your hand, making everything slick and messy.

Heeseung’s moans grow louder, breathier, and more frequent. "Fuck, I… I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop… I’m so close, baby."

You moan around him and suck harder until his thighs start to tremble. "Fuck… fuck—!" His voice cracks as the orgasm finally hits him.

His cock pulses hot and hard on your tongue, releasing thick jets of cum into your mouth. You try to swallow as much as you can, continuing to suck him through every last spasm and moan.

When you finally pull off his cock with a wet pop, Heeseung moves fast. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you — the whimpering guy from moments ago is gone. Now his eyes are filled with raw hunger.

"I’m not done with you yet." With a firm hand, he spreads your thighs, exposing your dripping pussy, begging to be fucked. "Now I’m going to fuck you properly."

You blink at him, confused and surprised by the sudden shift because seconds ago he was moaning and almost begging under your mouth, and now he’s trying to act like the dominant guy everyone talks about.

He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your wet folds, coating himself with your arousal. Without warning, he thrusts into you hard in one brutal stroke, stretching you around his thick length.

The sudden fullness makes you cry out loudly, your back arching off the bed. "Oh my God — Heeseung!" The stretch feels so good, especially while you’re still sensitive from coming earlier.

He fucks you hard and deep from the very first thrust, his hips slamming against yours with relentless strokes that make the bed creak beneath you. "Fuck, this pussy is so wet and greedy," he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss while one of his hands wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. He holds it for a few seconds before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air. "Look at you, sucking my cock like a good little slut. You love being used like this, don’t you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you moan, your voice breaking under the pressure of his hand. "You’re so deep inside me. It feels so good, Heeseung."

He chokes you again, a little harder this time, and the mix of pleasure and lack of air makes your head spin deliciously.

Heeseung pushes your legs back toward your chest, folding you in half so he can fuck you even deeper. The new angle makes his cock hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, causing your eyes to roll back.

When he finally releases your throat, you gasp desperately for air, moaning loudly as he keeps hitting that sweet spot over and over. "Please… harder. I can take it."

Heeseung lets out a needy groan at your words, his hips stuttering for half a second before he gives you exactly what you asked for. He fucks you harder, rougher, driving his cock into you with punishing depth. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder and wetter as he pounds into you, pressing your body into the mattress.

Just as your next orgasm starts to build, he suddenly slows down, keeping his cock buried deep inside you but barely moving. "Not yet. You don’t get to come until I say so, slut."

You whine desperately, trying to lift your hips for more friction. "Please, Heeseung… I need to come. I’m so close already. Don’t stop— I’ve been so good."

He smirks wickedly, shaking his head as he starts thrusting with slow, teasing rolls of his hips. "Beg better than that, baby. I want to hear how badly you need it."

You’re a complete mess underneath him, tears of frustration and pleasure gathering in your eyes. "Please… I’ll be so good for you. Just let me come on your cock, please. I need it so bad— I can’t take this teasing anymore."

Heeseung groans, but the sound turns into a needy moan as your walls clench around him. He starts fucking you harder again, his hand returning to your throat. But he isn’t done teasing you yet, so he edges you two more times — bringing you right to the brink with deep, brutal thrusts only to slow down and leave you whimpering and empty.

On the third time, you’re crying and babbling nonstop. "Heeseung… please, I can’t take it anymore. It hurts so good… I need to come. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me come on your cock."

"Fuck… you look so pretty when you beg," he groans, his voice rough with his own need to come. He thrusts into you with brutal force, tightening his hand around your throat again while his hips move relentlessly. "Come then. Come all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Let me feel you."

Your entire body seizes underneath him. Your walls clamp down hard around his thick cock, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you soak his cock and the sheets beneath you, screaming his name.

Heeseung fucks you through your orgasm, groaning as your pussy milks him. "Fuck, that’s it. Good girl… you’re squeezing me so tight." A few more brutal, deep thrusts and he buries himself as deep as possible, coming hard inside you with thick, hot pulses.

Lying under him with your heart racing and breath coming in short, heavy bursts, his cock still buried deep inside you, your mind keeps returning to the sounds he made minutes ago — those desperate, broken moans and whimpers when you had him in your mouth.

Something about hearing him lose control like that makes heat pool low in your belly. After a few seconds of hesitation, you gather your courage, place a hand on his chest, and push him gently but firmly. "My turn to break you now. I want to hear you moaning under me." You say as you swing your leg over his waist, straddling him.

Heeseung’s breath hitches as his cock, already hardening again beneath you, shows just how much he likes the shift in power. "Baby… fuck," he gasps, his hands reaching for your hips.

"Don’t touch unless I say so." You slap his hands away, then wrap your fingers around his thick cock, stroking him slowly and teasingly while rubbing the head up and down your cum-soaked pussy. "Look at you. The captain of the basketball team. Everyone on campus thinks you’re this untouchable stud who ruins girls and never gets ruined."

You sink down onto him in one slow motion, taking every inch until your ass meets his thighs — the stretch making both of you moan. You stay completely still, clenching around him just to watch him squirm, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. Then you start moving your hips slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis. "Ahh— fuck… please don’t tease me."

You begin riding his cock properly, using everything you learned — deep movements, tight squeezes, and powerful bounces that make your ass slap against his thighs and your clit grind deliciously against his pelvis.

"Fuck, baby," he hisses, his hands flying to your hips, but you grab his wrists and push them away. You lean down so your breasts brush against his chest and his cock hits even deeper. "Don’t touch. Just take this pussy like a good boy. Got it, captain?"

Heeseung’s cock twitches hard inside you at your words, and a low, surprised moan escapes his throat. "Shit… yes," he groans, clearly turned on by the way you dominate him. "Use me, baby. Fuck me."

So this was the real Heeseung? A whimpering mess when someone takes control. All that arrogance on the court, all those girls throwing themselves at him, and here he is — moaning and shaking underneath you like he can’t handle how good your pussy feels around him.

You watch every reaction closely, mesmerized by the way his lips part, his breath coming in short, needy gasps every time you bounce and grind on him, and the broken moans slipping from his throat when you clench hard around his cock.

'God, he really is a whimperer,' you think, amazed by the sight as you bite your lip and ride him harder. "All that reputation and you’re crying because a girl is riding you. That’s kind of pathetic… but so fucking hot."

Heeseung lets out another broken moan, his hands desperately gripping the sheets since you won’t let him touch you. "Fuck— you’re killing me. Your pussy feels too good, I can’t… ah— slow down a little, please."

You laugh softly and keep riding him mercilessly, clenching around his cock rhythmically, rolling your hips in tight, dirty circles while bouncing faster and faster, making sure he feels every movement. "You’re going to take this like a good boy, captain."

Heeseung moans louder, letting his head fall back against the pillow as his body trembles beneath you. "Shit, you’re so mean. Please don’t stop. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight— fuck, I’m losing my mind."

You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs so he has the perfect view of his cock disappearing into your dripping pussy. "Look how deep you are," you moan, rolling your ass on him in small, obscene movements. "You like watching me use your cock like this, don’t you? Such a big, strong captain… and now you’re moaning under me."

The pleasure and the delicious sight of the untouchable Heeseung moaning and whimpering push you toward your own orgasm. "I’m gonna come," you gasp, leaning down to kiss him messily while still bouncing on his cock. "And you’re going to come with me, crybaby."

Heeseung moans loudly, the nickname making his cock twitch hard inside you. "Fuck… I’m coming!" His hips buck up to meet your bounces as thick jets of cum spill deep inside you once again.

You follow right behind him, your orgasm crashing over you as you keep riding him through both of your peaks, milking every last drop from his cock.

"Don’t tell anyone about this," he begs breathlessly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "That I’m… like this. Please. This is our secret, okay? Just between us."

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Jake’s hands grip your hips tightly, you clench around his cock and roll your hips in those filthy, perfected movements. His broken moans fill the room as you bounce faster, grinding harder against him. Suddenly, your phone starts ringing on the nightstand, Ni-ki’s name lighting up the screen.

You slow your movements, reaching over to answer the call while still sitting on Jake’s cock. "Hey," you sigh, slightly breathless.

Jake groans, his hips twitching desperately. "Babe… please don’t stop," his voice is full of need. "I was so close… keep going, please."

You cover his mouth with your hand to silence him to continue the call. Ni-ki sounds frustrated on the other end. "You free right now? We lost tonight and I’m pissed. Come to my dorm… I need that pretty pussy to help me forget this shit game."

"I can come over soon," you say, trying to keep your voice steady while rolling your hips on Jake. "Give me a bit."

"Good. Don’t take too long. I really need to fuck you," Ni-ki says before hanging up.

You drop the phone and start riding Jake again. "Sorry about that. Now be a good boy and come for me.

Later that night, you’re on all fours in Ni-ki’s dorm as he fucks you hard from behind. His hips slam against your ass with deep, aggressive thrusts.

In the middle of a particularly rough stroke, he suddenly asks, "I saw you leaving the hockey rink the other day. What the hell were you doing there?"

You moan and push back to meet his thrusts. "None of your business."

Ni-ki’s hand comes down hard on your ass with a loud smack. The sharp sting makes you clench around his cock and moan louder. He slaps you again, even harder. "Wrong answer."

"Again," you moan, arching your back. "I like it."

Ni-ki laughs darkly and keeps spanking you repeatedly while fucking you harder, his palm leaving red marks on your ass as he pounds into you until both of you come hard.

The next afternoon, you’re on your knees in Jay’s dorm with his huge cock stretching your mouth as you suck him. Jay has one hand gently stroking your hair, looking down at you with proud eyes.

"You’re doing so well. Taking me so deep like this… you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, angel."

You relax your throat, taking him as deep as you can, sucking harder, using every technique you’ve learned. Jay groans, his fingers sliding gently through your hair.

"Fuck… you’re incredible. Such a good girl for me. Keep going, you’re making me feel so good."

He keeps praising you the whole time, soft and sincere, until he finally comes down your throat with a soft, shaky groan, lovingly stroking your cheek as you swallow everything.

When you leave Jay’s room, still a little flushed and disheveled, you run straight into Sunghoon in the hallway. He looks at you, then at Jay’s door behind you, and his expression darkens instantly.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?"

You don’t answer, trying to walk past him, but he doesn’t let you. Sunghoon grabs your wrist and pulls you into his own dorm, slamming the door behind you. He fucks you hard and jealous, bending you over the desk, taking you from behind with brutal, possessive thrusts.

"You’ve been fucking everyone lately, haven’t you?" he growls, driving deep and angry. "Greedy little slut."

You moan loudly, loving the jealous tone in his voice.

During the rough thrusts, your phone starts vibrating on the desk — it’s Heeseung sending message after message.

Heeseung:

I can’t stop thinking about that night with you.

Come over.

Baby, answer me.

I know you’re getting these.

Don’t play games with me.

Stop fucking ignoring me.

Sunghoon notices the constant buzzing, picks up the phone, uses your face to unlock it, and opens the chat. With a dark, possessive smile, he takes a photo of your flushed, teary-eyed, moaning face while he fucks you hard from behind and sends it to Heeseung with the caption: "She’s busy."

He tosses the phone aside and fucks you even harder after that.

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You finally understand why Heeseung never wants to be tied to just one person. Having options is liberating. Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Ni-ki, and Heeseung — each one offers something different: different rhythms, different kinds of pleasure, different versions of yourself. You don’t have to choose just one because you can have them all. Now you understand Heeseung’s lifestyle — it’s freeing.

And you realize you want that freedom too.

Thank you for reading! and a special thanks to everyone who asked to be tagged <3

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25.10.25

[swiftjay23]

hey queen😙 could u write a niki high school au x fem reader. where niki has a reputation as the schools best looking boy but is a rebel always causing mischief and trouble with his friends (other enhypen members) and he loves to always tease and annoy the fem reader.

but one day she has enough and stands up to him and he angrily pulls her aside (like trapping her against a wall or something ) but he is secretly obsessed with her and then they get freaky😉 in their school uniform ofc lol. and he like reveals his feeling but like in an nasty way cause he doesn’t understand it lol so he expresses it in a sexcyyy way😉😉😉😉😉 i hope u see the vision pretty pleaseee write this and i will die happy lol 😩 could u make them freaking like on a public type of space like in a bathroom stall lol and people lowkey hear them lol

thank youuuu 🤩🤩

omg STOPPP 😭😭 this is literally the most unhinged high school wattpad-coded request i’ve ever gotten and i am obsessed. like rebel troublemaker niki?? uniform kink?? PUBLIC BATHROOM STALL WHILE PEOPLE CAN HEAR??? ur brain is insane for this one and i see the vision loud and clear 😩🔥

The way he would corner u against the lockers, all cocky and smug, but then snap the second u bite back?? nahh we’re SO writing this 😌 bet he’s the type to talk shit in ur ear while covering ur mouth so no one hears, and the confession coming out nasty and possessive instead of soft?? yeah. yeah. u win.

consider me taking notes bc this is the exact flavor of delulu mess i live for 🫡

◉ 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 ◉

──── (西村力)

ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ: You tried to hate it, to hate him, but with his hand covering your mouth as footsteps echoed outside and his voice whispering “be a good princess for me,” there was no hiding how badly you wanted it too. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Extreme NSFW (18+), Public sex in school bathroom (risk of getting caught) (Characters are of age i.e. both 18+ and consensual), Degradation & mocking nicknames, Semi-rough sex (manhandling, covering mouth, clothing pushed aside), Unprotected sex (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy), creampie, Size kink, overstimulation hints, Mild dubcon undertones (reader apologizes mid-fight, Riki’s dominance spikes)(but smut itself is consensual), Explicit language & filthy dirty talk ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Ni-ki (ENHYPEN) x Reader ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Enemies-to-lovers • Smut • Public risk • School AU • Power play

✧(リズム) ────𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘

Nishimura Riki, the guy who made every teacher roll their eyes, every girl swoon, and every hall pass feel like a challenge. He was the perfect storm: reckless, impossible, and annoyingly good-looking, like he knew the effect he had and wore it like armor. Leather jacket over his uniform blazer, tie loosened just so, smirk permanently plastered across his face. And you? You absolutely despised him.

He had this habit of leaning against lockers, arms crossed, eyes scanning the hallway like he owned the place, and somehow, he always found a way to make your life a little more… interesting. Pens disappearing from your desk, whispered insults that somehow made your cheeks burn, stepping into your personal space with that infuriating grin.

Every time he appeared, a warning bell rang in your brain: trouble. And every time he left, you swore you’d never forgive him for it.

But deep down… you had no idea how far this “trouble” would go.

Every morning, like clockwork, Ni-ki found some new way to make your life miserable. Today, it was your math notes, painstakingly written in perfect handwriting, neatly stacked in your binder, now shredded into a delicate pink-and-white confetti across the floor. You sank to your knees, muttering curses under your breath, fingers trembling as you tried to gather the pieces before anyone noticed.

And there he was, leaning casually against the lockers like he had nothing better to do than ruin your day. Dark blazer over his crisp white shirt, tie lazily undone, hair falling over one eye just enough to look infuriatingly effortless. His smirk? That damn smirk that made your stomach clench with equal parts anger and… something else.

“Oops,” he said, voice dripping with teasing laziness, the kind that made it impossible not to notice how perfect it sounded. “Guess someone’s a little too… careful with their stuff.”

You clenched your teeth so hard it almost hurt. “Ni-ki, if you think this is funny—”

He laughed, low and throaty, the sound crawling under your skin. “Funny? Nah. Just… keeping life interesting. You’d be bored out of your mind without me.”

Bored? You wanted to throw your binder at his head. Interesting? You wanted to punch him. Instead, all you did was grit your teeth and stomp your foot.

And yet… your eyes betrayed you. Damn it. Damn him. Because even in the midst of infuriating chaos, even as he pushed every nerve in your body straight to the red zone, he was so impossibly, infuriatingly good-looking. The way the sunlight hit the curve of his jaw, the sharp line of his cheekbones, the reckless, dangerous curve of his smirk… like he knew exactly how much it affected people.

He noticed your gaze lingering, and the smirk widened. “You like looking,” he said softly, teasingly, lowering his voice just enough to make your ears burn.

“I, ugh, shut up, you insufferable—” you snapped, turning your head, cheeks hot.

But there it was again. That damn pulse of attraction you couldn’t fight. He was like a storm you didn’t want to survive, reckless and unpredictable and irresistibly magnetic. Every step he took toward you made your stomach twist, every casual lean against the lockers pressed him closer than socially acceptable, his cologne invading your senses in a way that made it hard to breathe.

He tilted his head, letting that dark hair fall just over one eye, letting his smirk linger longer than it should. “Careful,” he murmured, low and dangerous. “One day, I might just… break you down.”

You groaned, exasperated, glaring daggers at him. “Try it, Ni-ki. I dare you.”

That grin, oh, that grin, spread across his face like a challenge. He leaned closer, just a fraction, enough for your shoulder to brush against his chest, the heat of him radiating in a way that made your pulse stutter. You hated him. Loved him. Wanted to scream. Wanted to throw him to the ground. Wanted, God, you hated that even thinking about wanting him made your body respond.

Ni-ki, of course, noticed. He always noticed. That little spark in your eyes when you glared, that defiance in your stance… it wasn’t like the others. It was different. It intrigued him, like a puzzle he couldn’t resist solving. And he was already thinking of ways to test it. Ways to push you just far enough to see how much you’d take. How far you’d go.

Every little annoyance, every casual taunt, every “oops” and smirk, it was all a game for him. But maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one playing…

The bell echoed through the hallway like it was mocking you, but Ni-ki wasn’t moving. He was crouched just low enough to be dangerous, fingers nimble and precise, secretly looping and knotting your shoelaces together. You didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Then your foot caught itself in the most humiliating way possible. Arms flailing like a cartoon character, you stumbled forward, papers flying in a chaotic arc, sneakers scraping against the tile. You went down hard on your knees, the world tilting for a second as a chorus of shocked gasps erupted around you.

Ni-ki froze for a brief heartbeat, a flicker of guilt passing through his dark eyes. “Shit… are you okay?” he muttered under his breath, the edge of his usual smirk softening ever so slightly.

But that was before you pulled yourself up, blazer crooked, hair sticking out at wild angles, cheeks flushed with pure fury. Your eyes met his, blazing with the kind of fire that could start a war. And suddenly, the hallway’s chaos, the whispers, the stares, melted into complete silence. Because what happened next was about to leave everyone stunned.

“Ni-ki!” you barked, voice low, dangerous, echoing down the corridor. Your finger jabbed straight at him like a spear. “You absolute, pathetic, overgrown little brat! Do you actually get off on making other people look like idiots in front of everyone? Are you that desperate for attention that you have to humiliate someone just to feel… alive?!”

A few students squeaked, a couple of guys looked impressed, and somewhere behind you, a teacher’s foot paused mid-step, sensing the storm. He blinked, his smirk flickering, the darkness in his eyes sharpening. “I… uh—”

“No!” you snapped, taking a deliberate step closer, enough for your shoulder to brush against his chest, every inch of your stance screaming wrath. “You think you’re funny, huh? You think just because you’re the ‘hot rebel bad boy’ everyone swoons over you that you can ruin people’s day? Newsflash, Ni-ki: you’re nothing but a selfish, annoying little—” You hesitated for a split second, then spat the words that made even his friends flinch: “—cocky douche who wouldn’t know a real life if it hit you in the face!”

Ni-ki’s jaw tightened, that signature smirk faltering, and something dangerous, sharp, possessive flickered behind his eyes. You weren’t just angry; you were furious, raw and relentless, a storm he hadn’t anticipated.

The hallway was silent now. Everyone stopped moving. Whispers had died. Even his friends froze, some trying to hide their smirks, others looking genuinely impressed by how fiery you were. “You… you—ugh!” he gritted out, voice low and tight, struggling not to laugh but failing. “You’re… insane. You’re literally—”

“Insane?!” you cut him off, voice rising. “No, Ni-ki! I’m just sick of your entitled little brat act. I’m sick of you thinking you can fuck with everyone and get away with it! I’m sick of your smug face, your stupid hair, your, ugh, your whole douchebag aura! You’re… worthless if you think this is entertaining. Go crawl into whatever hole you call a life and get out of mine!”

Every word landed like a hammer. Every syllable laced with frustration, humiliation, and righteous fury. And Ni-ki, for once, looked a little… rattled. His chest rose and fell fast, eyes dark, his usual arrogance shaken by the sheer force of your anger.

You turned sharply, storming down the hall, blazer flapping behind you, cheeks hot and heart hammering in pure, unfiltered adrenaline. Ni-ki’s voice, low and slightly breathless, called after you: “You’re… trouble. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me…”

But you didn’t turn back. Not yet. And as you disappeared around the corner, Ni-ki remained, frozen for a heartbeat, smirk returning, but sharper, darker, hungrier. That tiny pang of guilt mingled with something far more dangerous. You weren’t just another target. You were a challenge. And he was obsessed.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, each class a haze of scribbled notes you barely read and sideways glances you couldn’t stop giving the hallway doors. That moment, your words echoing, Ni-ki frozen, the whole corridor dead silent, kept replaying in your head like some cruel movie trailer.

Did I go too far? you wondered, heart pounding every time the memory hit. No, he deserved it. But… your stomach twisted anyway. Even as angry as you had been, there had been something in the way he’d looked at you afterward, something sharp, dangerous, and… impossibly charged.

Every time you tried to focus, your mind betrayed you. You found yourself replaying that smirk, the glint in his eyes, the way he’d just stood there, frozen, but not completely defeated. You tried to tell yourself it was just irritation, just annoyance. But the truth? Your pulse quickened every time you thought about it.

By the time the final bell rang, your resolve had settled into something almost desperate. You weren’t going to let it sit like this. You had to go. You had to make things right, or at least try.

So you grabbed your bag and started weaving through the emptying corridors, peering into classrooms and checking the usual haunts, muttering under your breath. “Riki… where are you…”

The hallway was quiet, almost eerily so. Your footsteps echoed on the tiles, the soft hum of the ventilation filling the silence. You rounded a corner near the stairwell, squinting into the shadows.

Then, slam. A hand shot out, gripping your wrist with iron strength, twisting you around, and before you could scream, your back hit the cool, hard wall. The impact stole your breath for a second. Your bag clattered to the floor, papers spilling out like confetti.

You whipped your head around, chest heaving, trying to process what had happened.

“Ni-ki?” you hissed, heart thundering. Your voice was sharp, cautious, furious—but tinged with a thrill you couldn’t deny.

He leaned close, dark eyes smoldering dangerously, smirk back in place, but now sharper, darker, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment all day. “Looking for me?” he murmured, voice low, teasing, a dangerous edge curling in every syllable.

Your stomach twisted, equal parts anticipation, fear, and infuriating attraction. This was it. The spark you hadn’t admitted was there all day. The storm had arrived.

You took a shaky, deep breath, pressing your back harder against the wall as if it would somehow brace you for what was coming. Your eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling fast. The words tumbled out before you could stop them.

“I—I’m sorry,” you blurted, voice barely above a whisper. For a heartbeat, Ni-ki froze. His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, eyes widening in surprise, dark gaze fixed on you. “What…?” he muttered, low and incredulous, the faintest flicker of a smile tugging at his lips.

You swallowed hard, words spilling over in a nervous, urgent rush. “I, I didn’t mean to… I went too far. You didn’t deserve that. In fact… nobody does! I, ugh, I’m sorry, I just…” You trailed off, cheeks burning, hands twisting in your bag strap, heart hammering so fast you were sure he could feel it through his grip.

Ni-ki chuckled lowly, that dark, intoxicating sound that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers grazed your wrist again, dragging lightly, teasingly, as if marking territory. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, voice thick, dangerously amused, eyes glinting with something possessive.

Before you could reply, he stepped closer, the corridor fading into background noise. His hand slid down your arm, brushing dangerously close to your side, and his smirk widened, wicked and predatory. “Come on,” he murmured, tugging you gently but firmly. “Let’s… continue this somewhere… more private.”

You blinked, caught off guard, little squeak of surprise escaping your throat as he led you down the hall. Your pulse spiked, stomach twisting in anticipation and nerves. The mischievous glint in his eyes was impossible to ignore, and suddenly every heartbeat, every step felt like it was dragging you toward the unknown… and thrillingly dangerous.

He guided you into the nearly empty girls’ bathroom, finding the perfect corner, and finally, after locking the door behind you, he let his smirk stretch even wider. “There we go… now it’s just us.”

Your chest rose and fell, a mix of adrenaline, fear, and a strange, burning anticipation you couldn’t hide, while he leaned close, dark eyes drinking you in, amused by your little squeak and flushed cheeks. “You’re too cute when you’re like this,” he murmured, almost softly, but every word carried a promise, a warning, and the thrill of what was about to happen.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Ni-ki’s hand slipped from your wrist to the small of your back, pressing you flush against the cold tile wall. The impact stole your balance for a second, heart hammering, breath hitching. His body was impossibly close, heat radiating from him in waves that made your knees threaten to buckle.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, lips just brushing the shell of your ear. “Flustered. Breathless. Little trembles running through you just from me being near…”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing heart, but your chest rose and fell too fast. “Ni-ki…” you whispered, voice shaky, unsure whether it was a warning or a plea.

He chuckled, low and predatory, and his hands didn’t stop at your waist. They slid up, fingers threading into your hair, tugging gently, tilting your head back just enough to expose your throat. His lips followed, ghosting over the sensitive skin, teasing, tasting. You shivered violently, a little squeak escaping your throat. “And that little sound,” he murmured against your skin, dragging a finger along your jaw, “so fucking cute. You’re already letting me take control… without even realizing it.”

Your hands flew to his chest, pressing weakly against his blazer, but it was no use, he was too strong, too confident, and he loved the way you struggled. “Ni-ki, we shouldn’t—” “We shouldn’t?” he echoed, lips curling into a wicked grin as he pressed a knee between yours, forcing your legs slightly apart. “Oh, sweetheart… we’re already past shouldn’t. You just don’t know it yet.”

He slid his hands under your skirt, warm fingers brushing over the thin fabric of your panties. Your back arched involuntarily, breath catching as he leaned closer, whispering hotly, “God, you’re soaked. You didn’t even have to touch me… and I can feel how much you want it.”

Your hands fisted in his blazer, trying to push, trying to protest, but his grip only tightened, possessive, claiming. “Don’t fight me,” he growled, voice rough, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Not when I know you’re just as desperate as I am.”

He dragged one finger along the seam of your panties, teasing, testing, and your little squeak of surprise was like fuel to him. “Shh… that sound,” he murmured, “I could listen to it all day. You like this… you like me doing this to you, don’t you?”

You moaned before you could stop it, heat pooling between your legs, knees threatening to give out entirely. Ni-ki’s smirk widened, wicked and filthy, as he leaned fully into you, lips crashing onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. His tongue teased, demanded, shoved into your mouth, and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, desperate and trembling.

“You’re mine,” he hissed against your lips, voice thick with need. “Every little sound, every flush, every tremble… it’s all for me. I’ve been waiting all day to hear this, to feel this… you’re so fucking perfect.”

He dipped lower, fingers slipping fully inside your panties, curling expertly, making you cry out against his mouth. Your back pressed harder to the wall as he pressed into you, fingers teasing relentlessly, lips nipping at your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Every little squeak, every shiver, every moan only made him grin wider, dark eyes blazing with obsession and desire.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, dragging you backward into the corner of the stall, pressing you into the wall like he wanted to imprint himself onto you. “So damn good… and you haven’t even seen what I can do yet.”

You were shaking, breathless, entirely lost to him, utterly under his control, and the thrill of being trapped, teased, and so completely wanted was overwhelming. Every touch, every whispered filthy word, every possession-laden groan from him drove you further into a dizzying mix of fear and lust.

Ni-ki pressed you tighter, dragging his lips across your skin, muttering, “You’re mine. And don’t forget it, darling… not even for a second.”

The corridor outside echoed faintly with distant footsteps, voices, the hum of school life, but in that tiny stall, it was just you and him, heat, lust, and the delicious danger of getting caught, the thrill of being so completely his.

Ni-ki’s hands were relentless, slipping under the hem of your skirt, curling around the curve of your thighs, dragging upward until the fabric bunched around your waist. Your breath hitched, body arching into him instinctively as he pressed closer, jaw tight, eyes dark with feral hunger.

Your blouse was the next casualty. Fingers tugged at buttons, one by one, until your tie hung loosely between your breasts, the fabric brushing your skin with every movement. He leaned in, nose grazing the soft swell of your chest, lips brushing your collarbone, teasing along the edge of your bra, or the lack of it under his scrutiny.

“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, voice low, desperate, feral. “All flushed, trembling… and so fucking perfect for me.”

Every little movement you made, every gasp, every shaky inhale drove him wilder. His hands weren’t gentle, they claimed, they marked, they explored like he was memorizing every inch of you. The warmth of your skin beneath his fingers, the slick already staining your panties, the tiny squeaks you couldn’t help making, it was all feeding him, making him hungrier, more desperate, feral.

He growled into your ear, breath hot and ragged, “You’re mine. Do you understand me? Mine.” His hands clamped onto your hips, pressing you against him, body heat searing through the thin fabric of your uniform. “I’ve wanted this all day… I’ve wanted you all day…”

Your fingers fisted in his blazer, tugging weakly, trying to push back, but he didn’t let you. He pressed harder, grinding into you lightly, teasing, testing. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, dragging a finger slowly over the damp fabric of your panties, right where your little squeaks escaped him. “I can feel every little shiver, every gasp… you sound so fucking good, little one. Do you like me touching you like this?”

You couldn’t even answer, throat tight, back arching instinctively, hips lifting into him without thinking. Ni-ki’s smirk turned into a feral grin, teeth flashing as he caught a tiny squeak from you and pressed his lips to yours with a bruising, possessive force. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and your moans mingled with his low, rough growls.

“Shh… don’t fight me,” he rasped, voice raw, wild. “Not when I’ve been thinking about this all day. Not when every inch of you is calling for me… every sound, every little tremble… it’s mine, and I’m going to take it.”

He shifted, pressing fully into you, letting one hand slide between your thighs, curling two fingers expertly inside your panties, dragging them through your slick. Your back arched, nails digging into his shoulders as he moved with precision and feral greed, each touch designed to drive you higher, to make you tremble under his control.

Ni-ki’s lips found your neck, sucking, biting lightly, marking, claiming. “I’ve wanted this… I’ve needed this,” he growled. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby. No idea… and I’m going to make sure you feel every second of it.”

Your moans grew louder, ragged, little squeaks and whimpers escaping as he pressed harder, fingers teasing, brushing, curling, dragging you to the edge over and over. His tie brushed between your breasts with each grinding motion, the collar loose and the buttons undone, and he groaned at the sight, losing every last ounce of control.

“Fuck… you’re driving me insane,” he breathed, jaw tight, hands gripping your hips, pulling you impossibly close. “So wet for me… so fucking perfect, I could lose myself in you forever.”

Every gasp, every shiver, every squeak only made him rougher, more feral, more possessive, his desire radiating off him in waves, consuming you both. You were trapped, trembling, completely his… and he was absolutely lost in the delicious, filthy chaos of taking what he’d wanted all day.

Ni-ki groaned low in your ear, the vibrations crawling straight through your body, making your knees threaten to buckle again. He pressed impossibly close, fingers still teasing, hands gripping your hips with a possessive, feral greed, and then… finally… he pulled back just enough to free himself.

The sight made your breath catch, the thick length of him, already hard, pulsing, absolutely massive. God… Your hand twitched toward him, but he caught it, holding it to the side as his dark eyes bored into yours. That smirk… that feral, predatory smirk… made your core clench uncontrollably.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice rough, soaked with need. “All trembling, all wet, and still thinking you have a choice.”

Your lips parted, moans barely controlled, as he positioned himself, chest pressing against yours, cock brushing teasingly against your slick, brushing and dragging over the sensitive folds of your panties. The friction alone made you shiver violently, letting out a whimper that only seemed to fuel him further.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed, thrusting slowly at first, letting the tight walls of your panties press against him. His fingers dug into your hips, thumbs dragging over your lower back as he fucked you with precision, deliberate, hungry motions. “So perfect… so fucking tight for me… God, I’ve waited all day for this, darling.”

You arched into him, desperate, heat pooling between your legs, moans spilling over uncontrollably as he increased the pace, each thrust driving you higher, each drag of his cock through your slick making you tremble. The tie resting between your breasts brushed against your skin with every movement, adding a sinful, forbidden thrill that made him groan ferally.

“Look at me,” he hissed, nipping at your neck, teeth grazing, lips pressing bruising kisses along your collarbone. “You’re mine… all yours… every little sound, every shiver, every gasp, mine!”

Your hands tangled in his blazer, tugging at him, trying to ground yourself, but he was relentless, slamming into you, feral and untamed, chest pressing yours to the wall, one hand cupping your ass, pulling you impossibly close with every filthy thrust.

“Oh God—Ni-ki!” you cried, voice trembling, body trembling, feeling like you might combust under him. His cock was impossibly big, stretching you, filling you in a way that made your toes curl and knees wobble, dragging moans from deep in your chest.

“That’s it… scream for me,” he growled, voice raw and possessive, dragging you to the edge over and over, letting you teeter dangerously, then pulling back just slightly before plunging into you again. “So fucking good… all mine… so perfect… fuck!”

Your walls clenched around him, heat pooling, pulse racing, and he groaned, almost feral, at how good you felt. Every squeak, every gasp, every tremor of your body made him lose control further, and he thrust harder, faster, utterly consumed by desire, by need, by you.

“Look at you… fucking me like this, making me lose my mind,” he growled, hands gripping your hips impossibly tight, pressing your chest to his, pulling your mouth to his in a bruising, possessive kiss. “You’re so wet… so ready… I’ve wanted this all day…”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. The coil inside you snapped, body shuddering violently as heat exploded from your core. Your moans were loud, messy, utterly filthy, and Ni-ki groaned like a predator, feral and unrelenting, driving you through wave after wave of ecstasy. “You’re mine,” he growled one last time, voice rough, almost broken with need, as he fucked you through your release, every thrust deep, filthy, possessive. “Every sound… every shiver… everything about you… mine!”

And in that tiny bathroom stall, with the world outside fading into nothing, you both lost yourselves completely, feral, messy, overwhelming, absolutely consumed by the heat, lust, and obsession that had been building all day.

The moment your body started shaking, Ni-ki didn’t slow down, if anything, he pressed harder, angling himself so every thrust hit you perfectly. But then… faint sounds from outside the stall caught your attention. Footsteps. Laughs. Someone humming.

Your chest rose and fell faster, panic fluttering in your stomach. Someone’s going to hear us… oh God, someone’s going to hear us…

“Ni-ki!” you whimpered, breath catching, trying to pull back slightly, but his hand clamped over your mouth before you could get a word out. Firm, possessive, rough… and it sent a thrill of panic mixed with lust straight through you.

Shoving his palm harder into your mouth, he leaned close, hot breath against your ear. “Shhh,” he hissed, dark and feral. “Don’t even think about it. They’re not going to hear a thing. Just feel me… feel me losing it in you.”

You moaned muffled under his hand, eyes wide as your body betrayed you, pressing desperately into him. His palm swallowed every little squeak, every gasp you wanted to make, and somehow, the panic only made your arousal spike higher.

Ni-ki groaned against your neck, hips pistoning relentlessly, and whispered roughly, “God… so tight… so wet… you’re driving me insane, baby… even if someone walks in, I don’t care. You’re mine, and I’m not stopping.”

Your fingers clawed at his blazer, at his hair, at anything you could reach, desperate and trembling. Your whole body was shaking, heat pooling between your legs, pressed impossibly against the wall, every sense flooded by him.

And then, he shoved you further into the stall, one knee between your thighs, pressing your legs apart as he fucked you harder, faster, almost feral in desperation. His free hand squeezed your waist, cupping your ass, pulling you impossibly close.

“You sound so good muffled,” he growled, teeth grazing the shell of your ear, “every little squeak just makes me lose it… so messy… so perfect.”

Outside, you could hear the faint shuffle of feet, someone laughing a little too close, and panic bubbled up like a fire, but Ni-ki didn’t stop. His lips, teeth, and hands were all over you, claiming, marking, possessing. The thrill of possibly being caught made every thrust, every groan, every squeak under his palm ten times more intense.

“Don’t stop…” you whimpered, muffled under his hand, hips jerking with every feral thrust.

“Stop?” he snarled, voice dark, feral. “Never… not when you feel this good… not when you’re mine like this… not even if the whole school walks in!”

Your vision blurred, chest heaving, legs trembling, as he continued to fuck you through the panic and thrill. Every press, every slap of his hips, every grunt and growl from him was a feral, possessive reminder, you were completely, utterly his, and he didn’t care who might hear.

The tension, the thrill, the filthy panic, all of it spiraled into one overwhelming wave of sensation. You gasped, moaned, squeaked, shivering in a way that made Ni-ki’s eyes blaze even darker, hands gripping, hips snapping into yours harder, utterly feral, utterly lost.

Every frantic squeak, every muffled gasp under his hand, every frantic movement of your trembling body had him completely feral, lost in the need and heat between you. And then, finally, he thrust deep, harder, slower, stretching you, filling you completely, and with a guttural groan, Ni-ki released inside you.

You shivered violently, legs trembling, toes curling, body quaking under the sheer intensity. His hips stilled only briefly before pulling out slowly, savoring the way you shivered and clung to the wall for support.

He grabbed some tissues, gently helping you steady yourself. Fingers brushing lightly along your jaw, down your neck, wiping away the mess he’d made. Your face was flushed, hair disheveled, breath coming in sharp gasps, heart hammering in a way you didn’t think possible.

Ni-ki’s dark eyes flicked down to his fingers, now sticky, and he smirked, filthy, feral, utterly satisfied. Without a word, he lifted a finger and licked it, slow and deliberate, watching the way your cheeks burned redder.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, voice low, rough, dripping with triumph and possession. “So fucking perfect. Little princess…”

You shivered, still pressed to the wall, utterly spent, trying to gather some semblance of composure. He leaned down, brushing your hair back, and then, before you could even think, he jumped over the stall wall, agile and mischievous as ever, landing silently.

His smirk was wicked, teasing, utterly feral. “Alright,” he said, voice dripping with confidence and desire, “here’s the deal, sweetheart. Go to the next stall, get yourself cleaned up properly, and… give me your number, princess.”

Your knees nearly gave out at the words, cheeks burning hotter than ever, heart still hammering. “Y-You… Ni-ki…” you stammered, still trembling, breathless, still reeling from everything that had just happened.

He winked, flashing that impossible smirk one last time before stepping back, disappearing toward the exit with a predator’s ease. “Don’t keep me waiting,” he called over his shoulder, voice low, teasing, and utterly feral.

You were left in the stall, heart still hammering, body still buzzing, clothes a mess, panties ruined, and that wicked grin burned into your mind. And even though you were spent, overwhelmed, and dizzy from the intensity, there was one thought that refused to leave:

He was completely, utterly obsessed with you. And somehow… you wanted more.

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Hey bestie😽first of all i looooveee ur fics!! i have a story request for u!! could u please write a flirty playboy hyunjin x a female backstage worker at a concert during skz tour. could the plot be something like hyunjin is trying to hide from the other members to avoid work or soundcheck or something and the fem backstage worker gets dragged into the situation (and gets freaked by him lol in the process and maybe gets caught by felix or bangchan). please make it like really sensual and the fem is kinda a fan so she is like really hot and heavy (lol) when he approaches her. thank you please work ur magic 😙😙🧘🏼‍♀️

Back stage

Hyunjin x F!Staff member reader

Rose (can I call ya rose?) you little slut… That’s so fucking hot oh my god… so many of yall come up with some of the best requests and I absolutely love it .

I got a little carried away with this panty soaking, thigh clenching smut. As per usual: Eat a snack, drink some water, put a towel down, and get ready to read ;)

Content warning: semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!!), teasing, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, mirror sex, praise.

word count: ~5700

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© thatonegirlonhere ── please do not copy, translate, or repost my work without permission.

The backstage hallways hummed with chaos—staff hurrying with clipboards, techs running last-minute checks, and voices overlapping in every direction. You had your lanyard tight around your neck, headset in place, trying to keep track of your own checklist. You weren’t supposed to notice the idols, weren’t supposed to stare, weren’t supposed to get flustered.

But then you caught sight of him.

Hwang Hyunjin, tall and unfairly beautiful even in casual sweats, moving like he owned the space. You tried to keep your eyes down, but your stomach still knotted. You’d been warned a dozen times that idols were off-limits, but that didn’t stop your pulse from tripping whenever you accidentally crossed paths.

You ducked into a side corridor with a clipboard in hand, double-checking a set of equipment requests. That’s when a voice purred low right behind you.

“Hey.”

You froze. Turned. Hyunjin leaned against the wall like he’d been waiting there just for you, dark eyes lit with mischief.

“Uh—hi?” you stammered, clutching your clipboard tighter.

His smile curved lazily. “You look busy. Perfect. That means you can help me.”

“Help you with… what?”

“Disappearing,” he said smoothly, glancing toward the main hall where you could hear staff calling for him. “They want me at soundcheck. I don’t feel like it. So… you’re gonna hide me.”

Before you could even process, his hand slid around your wrist, warm and firm, tugging you down the narrow hallway.

“H-Hyunjin—!”

“Shhh,” he murmured, smirking over his shoulder. “Don’t say my name so loud. Unless you want everyone to know you’ve got me all to yourself.”

Your breath caught at the way he said it—like he was teasing you, like he knew exactly how flustered you already were. He pushed open a supply closet door and nudged you inside before slipping in after you, shutting the door softly behind him.

Now you were pressed chest-to-chest in a space barely big enough for two people. His perfume lingered sharp and clean, and his hair brushed his cheekbones when he looked down at you.

Your back hit the shelves and you clutched your clipboard like a shield. “I—I’m working, I really shouldn’t—”

“Relax,” he said, voice low, almost purring. His hand braced above your head on the shelf, trapping you without touching. “We’re just hiding. Unless…” his eyes flicked over your face, your lips, “…you’d rather I make it interesting.”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. You knew he was a flirt, knew his reputation among staff. But the way he leaned closer, his breath ghosting your ear—it was suddenly very real.

A shout echoed down the hallway outside: “Hyunjin! Soundcheck now!”

He grinned, pressed a finger to his lips, and leaned in even closer until his chest brushed yours. “Guess we’re stuck here a little longer…”

⸻

The voices outside faded after a moment, staff running further down the hall in search of him. The cramped closet seemed to shrink with every second you were trapped inside. Hyunjin didn’t move away, not even an inch—if anything, he seemed amused by your nervous shifting.

“You’re really bad at hiding,” you whispered, staring at the buttons of his jacket instead of his eyes.

He tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips. “And you’re really bad at pretending you don’t like this.”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. His confidence was infuriating—and unfairly effective.

Before you could form a comeback, he leaned back slightly, finally giving you some space. “Come on,” he murmured, opening the door a crack. “They’ll check every corner if we stay here.”

You followed him out, nerves prickling. He moved like a shadow through the hallways, ducking out of sight just as two crew members turned a corner. You trailed after him, your headset slipping down your neck in your rush.

“Where are we even going?” you hissed.

“My room,” he said simply, flashing you a grin that shouldn’t have made your chest tighten. “It’s the only safe place.”

Safe. Right. You weren’t sure anything about following him into his dressing room was safe. But when he opened the door and motioned you inside, you found yourself stepping over the threshold anyway.

The room was dimly lit, soft lamplight spilling across the couch, the vanity lights switched off. It smelled faintly of his cologne, sharp and clean, mixed with something warmer—his skin, maybe.

You lingered near the door. “I should get back. I—”

“Sit,” he cut in, pointing at the couch. Not commanding exactly, but smooth, persuasive. When you hesitated, he arched a brow. “Unless you’d rather sit on me.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you shuffled to the couch, clutching your clipboard like it could save you. He lounged beside you, long legs sprawled, head tilting as he studied you.

“So…” His voice dropped, quieter now that you were alone. “How long have you been working this tour?”

“Just this leg of it,” you managed. “Only a few weeks.”

“And already hiding idols in closets. Bold move.”

“I didn’t have a choice!” you protested. “You pulled me in—”

“Mm,” he hummed, leaning closer, eyes glinting. “But you didn’t push me out.”

Your breath caught. He was playing with you—teasing, cornering you with words alone. You wanted to tell him off, to stand your ground. But your body betrayed you, buzzing with adrenaline and heat.

The room stayed silent for a beat too long. Then he smirked, reaching out slowly, deliberately, to pluck the clipboard from your hands and set it aside.

“You don’t need that.” His fingers brushed yours as he did it—light, but electric.

You swallowed hard. “Hyunjin…”

“Yes?” he asked innocently, though his smile was anything but.

Before you could reply, a sharp knock rattled the door.

“Hyunjin?” Felix’s voice, muffled but close. “Hyung, you in there?”

You stiffened instantly, but Hyunjin just leaned back on the couch, calm as ever. His lips curved as he lifted a finger to his mouth again—shhh.

“Not now, Lix!” he called lazily, not even glancing toward the door. “I’m busy.”

Felix huffed a laugh through the door. “Busy doing what?”

Hyunjin’s gaze slid back to you, holding yours, that smirk growing downright wicked.

⸻

Hyunjin didn’t blink, didn’t move, even with Felix’s voice just a few feet away. He stayed leaned back on the couch, ankle crossed over his knee like he was perfectly at ease.

Meanwhile, your pulse was slamming so hard you were sure Felix could hear it through the door.

“Hyunjin?” Felix pressed again. “We need you for soundcheck.”

“Later,” Hyunjin replied smoothly, eyes locked on you. His lips curved in a lazy smirk. “Tell Chan I’m… busy.”

You almost choked, heat rushing to your cheeks. Hyunjin didn’t even flinch, didn’t laugh at his own double meaning. He just let the silence stretch while Felix lingered on the other side.

“Fine,” Felix finally sighed, his voice trailing away as footsteps receded down the hall.

The instant the sound was gone, the room felt ten times smaller. Hyunjin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, studying you like a cat that had finally cornered its prey.

“You’re cute when you panic,” he murmured.

“I wasn’t—” Your voice cracked, betraying you.

He laughed softly, sliding closer until your knees brushed. “You were. Your whole body went tense. Like you thought he was gonna walk in and see you all alone in here with me.”

“Because he could’ve!” you shot back, nerves crackling.

“And that would’ve been bad… why?” he asked, tilting his head.

You stared at him, at the curve of his smirk, at how close he was now. “Because I’m… staff. And you’re—”

“Hyunjin,” he interrupted, voice low and smooth. “Just Hyunjin. Right now, that’s all I am.”

The way he said it made your stomach flip. His knee pressed lightly against yours, testing, teasing. Then his hand lifted, fingers brushing just barely against your wrist, trailing higher, until his thumb rested in the center of your palm.

You could’ve pulled away. Should have. But instead you let him take your hand, let him tangle his fingers with yours, let him lean in until you could smell the faint trace of his cologne again.

“You’re blushing,” he whispered, lips ghosting near your temple.

“I’m not.”

He chuckled, deep and low. “Liar.”

His thumb stroked the inside of your palm, slow and deliberate. Every nerve in your body seemed tuned to that single point of contact.

“You know…” his voice dropped lower, brushing your skin like velvet, “…if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have a very hard time remembering you’re supposed to be off-limits.”

Your breath hitched. You hadn’t realized you were staring until he said it.

His smirk widened, eyes darkening as his free hand rose, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him directly. “Do you want me to stop?”

The question hung heavy in the air, your heart thundering loud enough you swore he could hear it.

But you didn’t say yes.

And Hyunjin… noticed.

His smirk melted into something slower, more dangerous. He leaned in, lips brushing so close you could feel the whisper of warmth but not quite a kiss. His voice was a murmur against your mouth:

“Then don’t blame me for what happens next.”

⸻

Your breath caught as his words lingered in the air. The room was quiet but for the faint hum of electricity from the lights and the pounding of your own pulse in your ears. Hyunjin’s face was so close, every blink of his long lashes brushing the edge of your vision, every exhale warming your skin.

Then finally, finally, he kissed you.

Not hard. Not urgent. Just a slow press of lips that seemed more like a test than anything else—testing whether you’d push him away, whether you’d melt into him. And when your hand twitched against his chest instead of shoving, when your lips parted in the smallest gasp, he smiled against your mouth.

“Thought so,” he murmured, and kissed you again—deeper this time, his thumb brushing your jaw, coaxing your mouth to open for him.

The taste of him made your knees weak, warm and dizzying, like every dream you weren’t supposed to have about him but did anyway. His tongue slid against yours, slow, teasing, until you were gripping at his hoodie just to ground yourself.

“See?” he whispered when he broke away for a breath, lips swollen, his forehead resting against yours. “You like this way too much to pretend.”

“I—” Your protest cut off in a sharp inhale as his hand left your jaw and skimmed lower, down your throat, pausing at the base where your pulse fluttered frantically under his touch. His smirk deepened as if he could feel your racing heartbeat.

“Fast,” he muttered, almost to himself. “So sensitive.”

His fingers trailed further, brushing over your collarbone, then slipping beneath the edge of your shirt like he owned the right. You shivered as his fingertips danced along your bare skin, featherlight, up and down your ribs.

“Hyunjin,” you breathed, though it came out more like a plea than a warning.

“Yes, baby?” he whispered back, lips finding your ear, then your jaw, then dragging down the slope of your neck in soft, open-mouthed kisses.

Your head tipped back automatically, giving him more space. His teeth grazed your skin once, playful, and you whimpered—his chuckle low and smug against your throat.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Let me hear you.”

He guided you back until you were flat against the couch cushions, his body braced over yours but not crushing. One hand slipped beneath your shirt, palm spreading warm across your stomach, then inching higher with a maddening patience.

“You’re shaking,” he teased, his thumb brushing the underside of your bra. “All this from just a few kisses?”

“It’s not—” you tried, but the words dissolved into a whimper when his thumb flicked just barely across your nipple through the thin fabric.

“Not what?” His voice was pure sin, lazy and low. “Not enough? Or not fair?”

Your nails dug into his hoodie. “You’re—god—you’re teasing me.”

Hyunjin’s grin was wolfish as his lips pressed back to yours, swallowing the breathy sound that escaped you when his hand finally slid under your bra, cupping you fully. His thumb rolled slow circles, drawing soft, helpless gasps from your throat.

“Mm,” he hummed into the kiss, pulling back only to drag his lips down your neck again. “Good thing we’ve got time, then. I’m not in a hurry.”

⸻

Hyunjin’s hand lingered over your breast, thumb teasing slow, lazy circles until your back arched against him. His kisses trailed lower, over the line of your throat, your collarbone, until he pulled your shirt down just enough to scrape his teeth lightly across the swell of your chest.

Your breath stuttered, the sound catching in your throat.

“Sensitive everywhere, huh?” he murmured, glancing up at you with that dangerous smirk. His lips brushed your skin again, softer this time, while his other hand slid down your side, fingers slipping beneath your waistband. Not low—just resting there, making your whole body tense with the anticipation.

You grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but because you were trembling. “Hyunjin—”

He stilled, tilting his head. “Too much?”

You shook your head too fast. “No, I just—”

“Good.” His grin widened, wicked and pleased, as he dipped lower, his hand slipping fully beneath your waistband now. He didn’t touch where you wanted—not yet. Instead, he let his knuckles brush the top of your thigh, back and forth, like he had all the time in the world.

“Relax,” he whispered, nipping at your neck again. “You’ll get what you want. I just like watching you fall apart first.”

Your hips shifted involuntarily, chasing his touch, and he chuckled against your skin. “There it is. Knew you’d beg if I waited long enough.”

“I’m not begging,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you, thin and shaky.

He hummed in mock agreement, finally letting his fingers slide lower until they brushed against the thin fabric of your panties. The warmth of his hand against the dampness there made your face burn hot, your body jerking under his.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the word sharp and husky. “Already this wet?”

You buried your face in his shoulder, half mortified, half desperate for more.

Hyunjin laughed low, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Don’t hide now. That’s the best part.” He pressed his fingers firmer against you, rubbing slow circles over your panties, making your hips buck.

“Hyun—” your voice broke on his name, breathless.

“Say that again,” he coaxed, kissing the corner of your mouth while his fingers worked you in slow, torturous circles.

Your head tipped back against the couch, lips parting with a moan you couldn’t quite swallow. He seized it immediately, kissing you hard this time, swallowing your sound as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric at last—hot, bare skin against you.

The first brush of his fingertips directly on your slick heat made your legs twitch, thighs clamping instinctively.

He groaned into your mouth, voice rough. “Shit, you’re dripping for me already. And I haven’t even started.”

⸻

Hyunjin kissed you again as his fingers slid lower, finally slipping between your folds. The first slow stroke had you gasping into his mouth, clutching at his hoodie like you might fall apart already.

“Shhh,” he murmured against your lips, smirking. “We don’t want anyone coming back, do we?”

Your head shook quickly, but then his fingers circled your clit and you nearly whined, your voice catching in your throat.

He groaned softly, dragging his mouth along your jaw, savoring the way you squirmed. “So wet… so ready for me. All from a few kisses, baby? You’re too easy.”

“Not—” you tried to protest, but your words broke when one of his fingers pressed inside you, slow and deliberate.

Your whole body jolted, back arching against the couch.

Hyunjin’s grin widened, dark and hungry. “Fuck, look at you. Taking me so well already.”

He pumped the finger in and out, slow, dragging the pace until you were writhing, your thighs trembling against his hips. Then, without warning, he pushed in a second finger, stretching you deeper.

“Hyun—!” you gasped, biting your lip hard, one hand flying to cover your mouth.

He caught your wrist immediately, pinning it to the couch above your head. His eyes burned into yours, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Don’t you dare hide those sounds from me.”

Your stomach flipped, heat flooding every nerve, and when he curled his fingers inside you just right, the moan tore out of your throat anyway.

“That’s it,” he praised, pumping faster now, his palm rubbing against your clit with every thrust. “Let them hear how much you love this. You can’t stop it, can you?”

Your hips bucked helplessly, chasing his rhythm, every stroke making you tighter around him. The slick sound of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, obscene, and he groaned low at the noise.

“God, listen to you,” he muttered, his own breathing growing heavier. “So messy, so greedy. You’re squeezing my fingers like you’ve been waiting for this all night.”

He kissed you again, hard and hungry, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open for him. Each thrust came sharper now, his fingers driving deeper, curling up until sparks shot down your spine.

“Hyunjin—oh my god—”

“Say it louder,” he demanded, curling harder, faster, his thumb circling your clit mercilessly. “Say my name like you mean it.”

Hyunjin’s fingers moved with precision, curling and pumping inside you while his thumb rubbed mercilessly over your clit. Every stroke made your muscles tighten, every circle of his thumb sent sparks straight to your core.

“Shit… you’re so tight, so perfect,” he groaned against your lips, nipping lightly at your jaw. “Look at you—panting for me already.”

Your back arched, your hands trying to hold onto the couch, onto him, onto anything, but his grip on your wrist and thigh kept you trapped. “I—oh god, Hyunjin!” you gasped, breath hitching as your hips bucked wildly against his hand.

He smirked, pressing his chest against yours. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Take it. You’re mine tonight.”

His fingers curled inside you in just the right way, pumping faster, hitting that spot that had your body unraveling like a thread. Your head fell back, lips parting in a shuddering gasp as the warmth and pressure built uncontrollably.

“Hyun—Oh fuck—!” you moaned, claws digging into his shoulders, body trembling. The orgasm ripped through you like wildfire, and your legs shook, clamping around him instinctively.

Hyunjin groaned into your ear, his own voice thick with lust. “Shh, that’s it… ride it out for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”

And you did. Every tight, shuddering contraction, every breathless moan—your first orgasm erupted with him inside you, fingers curling and pumping until your body couldn’t help but quiver uncontrollably.

When it finally ebbed, you were a panting, trembling mess beneath him, chest heaving, sweat clinging to your skin. Hyunjin pulled his fingers out slowly, slick and glistening.

You could barely form a coherent thought, still riding the aftershocks, your body so sensitive that even his slightest touch made you jump. And the danger—the risk of someone walking in—made everything feel hotter, more forbidden.

⸻

Hyunjin leaned back, smirking at the way you were trembling, still gasping from your first orgasm. “You think you’re done, huh?” he murmured, voice low and wicked.

You shook your head weakly, breath hitching. “N-no… please…”

“Please what, baby?” he whispered, voice crawling down your spine. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… I want you… I want you to—”

He cut you off with a low chuckle, pressing a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. “Don’t tell me. Show me.”

Before you could think, he was sliding down the couch, knees braced on either side of you, lips brushing against your inner thigh, hot and teasing. “So wet still,” he murmured against your skin, nipping gently, making you shiver. “Already dripping for me again, baby?”

“Yes—please—Hyunjin—ah!” your voice broke into a moan when his tongue finally licked a long, deliberate line up to your dripping core.

He grinned against you, spreading your thighs wider, his fingers still lightly brushing over your hips to hold you open. Then, finally, his mouth closed over your clit, sucking and licking in slow, teasing strokes. Your body jolted, back arching, hands clutching at his hair instinctively.

“Shit—oh fuck, Hyun—!” you cried, hips bucking into his face.

He groaned deep in his throat, the vibrations sending another shudder through you. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby. So perfect for me.”

His tongue didn’t stop, circling, flicking, teasing every nerve until you were whimpering, grinding against his mouth, desperate for more. His fingers found their way back to your entrance, slipping inside slowly, curling just enough to make you gasp.

“Hyunjin—oh god—yes—fuck—”

“Shh, baby. Don’t fight it,” he murmured, one hand gripping your hip, the other still moving inside you. “Let me hear you cum for me again. Let me feel it.”

Every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers, drove you closer to the edge. He alternated between sucking, pressing, flicking, circling, making you writhe uncontrollably. Your hips bucked into his mouth, desperate for friction, desperate for release, and he chuckled low, loving how much control he had over you.

“Look at you, shaking for me,” he groaned, sliding a finger in and out faster, thumb rubbing your clit in perfect sync with his tongue. “So greedy, baby… you want me to make you cum again?”

“Yes—please—fuck—Hyunjin—oh god!”

And then it hit. The second orgasm ripped through you violently, hotter and sharper than the first. Your muscles clamped around him, squeezing his fingers, your moans muffled against the couch cushions and his mouth. He didn’t stop; he teased, circled, and licked you through the contractions until your body trembled, shaking uncontrollably, utterly spent.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to look up at you, smirk dark and satisfied. “There. That’s how it’s done, baby. Two times in a row… and we’re just getting started.”

You could only pant, chest heaving, barely able to form words, completely wrecked by him. His fingers still brushed lightly against your sensitive heat, reminding you that he wasn’t finished, not even close.

⸻

You were trembling, still coming down from your second orgasm, when Hyunjin leaned closer, hips pressing flush against yours. He didn’t give you a second to breathe—his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide, and he slid inside you slowly, deliberately.

“Fuck… so tight…” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours as he started moving, slow at first, teasing. Your chest rose and fell, breathless, fingers clutching his shoulders.

“H-Hyunjin…” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He smirked against your temple. “Shh, baby. Quiet. Don’t want anyone hearing…”

Just as your hips started moving instinctively with his, a sharp knock rattled the door.

“Hyunjin! You in there? Soundcheck’s waiting!” Chan’s voice came muffled but urgent.

Your eyes went wide. You froze, thighs clamping instinctively around him.

Hyunjin groaned low, pressing his palm against your mouth lightly while he angled his hips against yours. “Quiet… I’ve got this,” he whispered fiercely. Then, lifting his hand from your mouth just a fraction, he called out, “Chan! Go away! I’m busy! I’ll be there in a minute!”

The knocking came again, harder. “Dude, really, we need you!”

You were squirming beneath him, thighs trembling, trying desperately to stay silent while he fucked you. Hyunjin’s pace didn’t slow, fingers digging into your hips, hips grinding deep and hard.

“Shhh, baby… don’t make a sound,” he murmured into your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. “I want you quiet for me… just me.”

Your chest heaved, muffled whimpers threatening to escape, and he pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth, licking gently to swallow your noise. Then he groaned low, gripping your waist tighter, pounding into you harder.

“You like it… huh?” he whispered, voice thick. “Like being this naughty, getting caught and loving it?”

You nodded, biting your lip, holding back sounds as your body shook with need. “Y-yes… oh god, Hyunjin—“

His grin was dark and wicked as he drove into you again, relentless. “I know… I can feel it, baby. All this for me… not a peep, huh? Good girl.”

Another loud knock rattled the door, and you jumped, hips bucking involuntarily. Hyunjin groaned, holding you down. “Chan! I said—go away! I’m busy!” he barked, voice sharp, dangerous.

“You’re so wet… so perfect,” he groaned, dragging his thumb over your clit while still pounding deep inside you. “You’re gonna cum all over me again and you’re not allowed to make a sound.”

Your whole body tensed, hips jerking against him, as the friction and the fear combined into raw, desperate need. “Oh—Hyunjin! Ah—!” you tried to whisper, but your voice trembled anyway.

He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, muffling the soft whimpers while his hips continued to slam into you, fingers curling inside, hitting just the right spots. “Shhh… keep it quiet… just for me…”

Your stomach clenched, muscles tightening, and Hyunjin groaned, his own release threatening as he fucked you through every contraction, thumb circling mercilessly, pumping you toward another climax.

“Hyunjin… oh god—” you gasped silently, back arching, thighs shaking around him.

“Yes… that’s it, baby… cum for me again… quiet… don’t let him hear you…” His voice was rough, commanding, yet teasing. Every thrust, every curl of his fingers inside you, drove you higher until your third orgasm ripped through you—silent, shuddering, desperate, your body quivering under him.

He held you through the waves, grinning down at your flushed, trembling face. “That’s my girl… so quiet and perfect, even when I’m wrecking you,” he whispered, pumping into you slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him as your legs clamped tight around him.

Finally, the knocking faded. Chan’s voice disappeared down the hall. Hyunjin slowed, still deep inside you, letting you breathe, sweat clinging to your skin, still panting from everything he’d done.

⸻

Hyunjin groaned as he pulled back, sweat glistening on his chest, watching your trembling body beneath him. “You’re not done yet,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous.

Before you could protest, he hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you with ease. Your gasp was muffled against his shoulder as he carried you across the room, pressing your body flush against his. “Hyunjin—wait—ah!”

He didn’t slow, didn’t let you catch your breath. The mirror in front of the vanity caught your reflection, and he grinned wickedly. “Watch yourself, baby. I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you.

He bent you over the vanity, hands braced on the edge, your chest pressing lightly against the cool surface. Your legs quivered, the adrenaline, fear, and sheer lust making your knees wobble.

“Look at that,” he purred, fingers stroking along your spine, down to your ass. “All for me… and you get to watch.”

He lined himself up, pushing into you slowly, making you arch back into the glass. The first thrust sent shivers through you, body shaking as your reflection jerked with every movement.

“Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, one hand gripping your hip, the other pressing down on the vanity to steady himself. “So wet… so fucking desperate for me.”

Your hands clutched the edge, trying to keep balance as he began to fuck you harder, each stroke deeper, faster. The reflection in the mirror made your chest tighten—you could see yourself arching, lips parted, eyes wide and glazed with need.

“Hyunjin—oh god—ah!” you moaned, trying to keep your sounds in check, but the way he was thrusting left you helpless.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Shh… quiet for me, baby. But I know you want to scream. Look at yourself—so greedy, so perfect. You love this, don’t you?”

You shivered, hips bucking involuntarily as he pumped into you relentlessly. His hand slid between your legs, thumb rubbing circles over your clit with each thrust, amplifying the pleasure until you were trembling, quivering on the edge again.

“Yes… oh—fuck—Hyunjin—” you gasped, trying to stay quiet, watching yourself in the mirror as he fucked you with reckless intensity.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, thrusting harder, hand moving faster. “Cum for me, baby… I want you writhing, watching yourself lose control. That’s my girl…”

The stimulation built unbearably, every stroke, every circle, every harsh groan of his filling your senses. Your body shuddered violently, thighs clamping around air, chest heaving, as the fourth orgasm ripped through you. Silent, desperate, full of shudders and spasms, your reflection a perfect mirror of your ruin.

Hyunjin continued, grinning down at your trembling body.

⸻

Hyunjin’s hips never slowed, pounding into you with reckless, deliberate force as your trembling body clung to the vanity. His hands gripped your hips like he could pull you into himself entirely, every stroke driving you higher, faster.

“You’re so wet, baby… so fucking ready for me,” he groaned, voice rough and dark. “And you’ve been holding back all night… not anymore.”

Your thighs quaked around nothing, body stretched over the vanity, every nerve on fire. “H-Hyunjin… oh god—” you gasped, words breaking into desperate moans.

He leaned down, teeth grazing your shoulder, lips brushing your neck, fingers circling your clit with merciless pressure. “That’s it… that’s my girl. Let go… cum for me—watch yourself lose control.”

The coil in your stomach snapped. Every stroke, every rub, every groan of his against you sent you careening over the edge. Your back arched impossibly, hands clawing the vanity as your body trembled violently.

“Oh—oh god—Hyunjin—yes! Fuck! Ah!”

He thrust deep, fingers curling inside you, thumb rubbing your clit in perfect rhythm as your body shook uncontrollably. And then—an overwhelming surge of heat exploded through you, muscles clamping around him as your orgasm ripped out of you, full, trembling, and utterly unrestrained.

A hot, wet gush spurted over the vanity, your legs shaking violently, your chest heaving, every shuddering wave leaving you breathless. Hyunjin groaned deep in response, pumping into you through every contraction, savoring the way your body surrendered entirely to him.

“Shit… look at you, baby,” he groaned, eyes dark, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Squirting for me… all over me… mine…”

You could barely speak, breath catching in your throat, every nerve screaming, but he continued, hand circling, hips thrusting, milking your release to the absolute limit.

Your head fell against the vanity, eyes squeezing shut, moaning in broken gasps. “Oh—god—Hyunjin… I’m—ah—”

He captured your lips in a fierce, wet kiss, tongue slipping inside to silence your cries while his fingers and hips worked together, letting your body ride out the final waves of your squirted, shuddering orgasm.

Finally, he released inside you.

When your muscles relaxed and trembled under him, he pulled back slightly, still buried deep inside you, and whispered, low and possessive:

“Mine… all mine… and you look perfect… dripping, shaking… completely wrecked by me.”

You could only pant, chest heaving, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead, completely spent, every nerve alive from the intensity. Hyunjin held you against the vanity, smirking down at your trembling, messy, utterly destroyed body, the mirror reflecting every inch of your vulnerability—and his dominance.

⸻

Hyunjin’s hands were gentle now, lifting your trembling body off the vanity and guiding you onto the plush dressing room couch. You melted against him, still weak, your legs quivering as he pressed you flush against his chest.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, one hand rubbing circles on your lower back while the other stroked through your damp hair. His thumb brushed your temple lightly, soft and possessive.

“I… I think so,” you whispered, chest heaving, still feeling every lingering spark of pleasure and adrenaline. “That was… intense.”

He smirked, lips brushing the top of your head. “Mm… you liked it. Admit it.”

You blushed, burying your face into his chest. “So much… you’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, hand sliding down to gently rest on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. “But you were perfect, baby. So messy...”

Your thighs shivered at his words, heat still coursing through you. “I… I didn’t mean to—oh god—”

“You don’t have to explain,” he interrupted softly, kissing the top of your head. “Just breathe… let it all out. That’s enough for now.”

You leaned into him, body still sticky with sweat, letting his warmth and touch soothe you. “Promise you’ll come back?”

Hyunjin chuckled low, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder. “I promise… soon. But for now, I have to leave.”

You groaned softly, trying to cling to him, but he stood slowly, hands lingering on your hips and shoulder for one last lingering touch. “Don’t get too used to being left alone, baby,” he teased, lips brushing yours for a fleeting, teasing kiss.

And then he was gone, slipping out of the room just as your breathing started to even out.

No sooner had the door clicked shut than a sharp, furious voice echoed down the hallway.

“Hyunjin! Get your ass back here!” Bangchan barked, footsteps heavy, tone deadly serious. “Do you realize how much trouble you just fucking caused?!”

Your eyes widened, panic flaring through you as your chest tightened. You pressed yourself into the couch cushions, hoping the sound wouldn’t carry.

Hyunjin’s voice carried back from the doorway, teasing and nonchalant. “Hyung… dude… chill. It’s… not what it looks like.”

“Not what it looks like?!” Bangchan yelled, practically stomping his feet. “You caused sound check to be delayed twenty minutes! You can’t just—oh my god, Hyunjin!”

You bit your lip, pressing your face into the couch as your heart pounded. Hyunjin’s smirk could almost be heard in his tone, dark and mischievous, as he responded lazily, “Relax… she’s fine. And you’re too uptight.”

Bangchan growled, his patience clearly stretched thin. “Hyunjin—soundcheck! Staff member! Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

And there you sat on the couch, flushed, sweaty, and utterly wrecked, knowing full well that the fun—and the trouble—was far from over.

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